Part 8 “Why should I ever come back?” she said to herself, as she went down the staircase. She put a stool for him at a little distance from her own, and after he had seen the day’s work he hesitated, and then plunged into a resumption of their discussion about beauty. You see, my riddle is solved. Melusine tilted her head to catch sight of her neck, and froze, staring at the image. He was in front of one of the more imposing of the cafés chantants—opposite, illuminated with a whole row of lights, was the wonderful poster which had helped to make ‘Alcide’ famous. Ruth felt his hand grow cold as it slipped from hers. There were two. A black-garbed young lad leapt out and let down the steps.
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