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‘Melusine. Shall we say at half-past seven?” She rose from her chair. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. Suddenly the door of the flat opened and closed.
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