It did not seem quite fair. She ought to have been disposed to faint and scream at all these happenings; she ought to have maintained a front of outraged dignity to veil the sinking of her heart. ’ Melusine’s eyes misted. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. “I’m sorry, ma’am, to seem the cause of any disturbance, but this,” he pointed to Anna, “is my wife. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard. \"I guess so. You've nothing to do but to take possession. I may want you.
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