’ ‘Hélas, poor you,’ Melusine rejoined sarcastically. ’ ‘No, you are a gentleman,’ she agreed. She put out her hands to avoid his embrace. As I hope for mercy, I speak the truth!— let him deny it if he can. He stopped abruptly before the apparently incurious Chinaman. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Perhaps I've been mad all these years; I don't know.
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