’ Gerald hissed in a doubtful breath. He was a fool. He turned in at the club. “It isn’t fair. The clanking of chains, the grating of locks, and the rumbling of bolts must have been music in Jonathan's ears, so much pains did he take to subject himself to such sounds. ’ ‘Melusine,’ repeated the old lady.
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