She did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of unconditional admission of defeat. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. “I wish that I could forget it,” he said. ‘Forgive me, Mrs Sindlesham, but do you tell me this inheritance that Melusine has fought so hard to recover is completely wasted?’ The old lady gave him a sharp look. “And of course you are my niece just as Annabel is, although I am sorry to learn that your conduct has been much less discreet than hers.
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