"Miss Enschede, you're seven kinds of a brick!" "A brick?" He chuckled. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. Annabel laughed a little uneasily. “Don’t bunch too much as you come out,” she added. ‘Oh, I do love a flatterer. ’ ‘Ah, then indeed I thank you,’ said Melusine on a sigh of relief, moved for once to smile at the captain. ‘It is London’s loss, ma’am.
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