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Melusine shrugged. The manager stared at the empty doorway for a space, shrugged, and returned to his ledgers. I might have known it. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes. He answered with the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. The shock and distress were genuine.
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