‘Her name is Melusine Charvill,’ Gerald began. The hardest bout I ever had was with a woman—Sally Wells, who was afterwards lagged for shoplifting. There was a stain of wine upon her dress. “Nor am I going to,” she answered, smiling. Entering the Lodge, the first person he beheld was Austin, who was only just up, and whose toilette appeared scarcely completed. I have been around them for long enough. You must forgive the poet’s license I take.
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