“It is part of the irony of life,” he said. Go to it; and the best of luck!" He went out. ‘But I was not there. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. ’ ‘Never mind the comtesse,’ adjured Prudence. Some day I may forgive you; but not now. Father— dead. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. Anything that drew attention to her must be avoided. He shook his head. ’ ‘What matters it?’ cried Melusine impatiently. That is the dreadful truth. She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother.
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