’ Melusine gasped. Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore. ’ ‘Oh, peste,’ exclaimed Melusine crossly. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. He went into the study and sat down at his table, but not to write. The chief of these was a figure of Liberty, with a cat at her feet, in allusion to the supposed origin of the fortunes of its former founder, Sir Richard Whittington.
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