’ It was a wait of several minutes while Melusine chafed. "Her ladyship—" faltered the attendant. His letter of credit; probably that was it; and, observing the strangeness of the room he was in, his first concern on returning to consciousness would naturally relate to his letter of credit. Anna was suddenly very quiet. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. This gloom was impossible. I almost wish we hadn't come.
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