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“I am staying at the Savoy. " That was true, thought Spurlock. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought. Now I’ll tell you what I propose. ‘You would say that already then you love me?’ His glance was a caress and Melusine’s resolve weakened. You won’t want to be late the first evening, and it’s ten minutes past seven now.
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