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" "Very well, sir. He turned back at once. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’ ‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. Melusine crossed to open it, and immediately the knocking intensified in volume. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action.
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