But Miss Mary and me—’ Melusine looked up as the woman broke off again. “Arthur, this is Miss Pellissier—Mr. John picked it up and put it in her hands. The fates are never so kind to me. ’ ‘Lord,’ Gerald murmured, awed more by the outspokenness of his hostess than by what she had said. Peste, where was her handkerchief? She remembered then that it had been lost in the struggle with Gerald.
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