\" \"It's Diedermayer. It slipped out—as did that “she”. Hurt beyond what he could imagine by the selfishness and pride of her forbears, whose fateful disputes had robbed her of the life she should have led, the plucky little devil had taken matters into her own hands. Expiation. Á bientot—Melusine. The kiss was powerfully moving. She felt flattered. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote— would be very happy to have.
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