I must go somewhere into hiding, a long, long way off. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. ’ About to hurry from the little parlour, Melusine remembered Mrs Ibstock. Her sense of humour could not wholly resist his abnormal gravity.
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