“Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. I’ve called half a dozen times at her flat, and she won’t see me. She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps. ’ ‘Yes, that is what he said,’ agreed Melusine, pleased to find him of so ready an understanding.
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