“You are a dear,” she exclaimed affectionately. But Miss Stanley took no notice of these things. Melusine started back, blinking. She declined and finished with a few of her favorite excerpts from Scheherazade. “I will tell you the truth. Who but you would have dreamed of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a river, not a Christian. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance. I could be presented as Meysey Hill. It is better as it is.
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