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A young lad—Roding took him for a footman, or a groom by the neat black garb—was halted some paces away from Valade, his hat in his hand as he made pretence of fanning himself. For Melusine was on him again, the point of her sword lunging so that he backed up onto the dais. " "Go on, tell me," he urged, enchanted. Forgetting her occupation in her anger, she left off bathing Darrell's wrist; and, squeezing his arm so tightly that the boy winced with pain, she clapped her right hand upon her hip, and turned, with flashing eyes and an inflamed countenance, towards her crest-fallen spouse. Then she called a hansom and drove home. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. He came to her at once, and turning, walked by her side. For a big-bellied glass is the palette I use, And the choicest of wine is my colour; And I find that my nose takes the mellowest hues The fuller I fill it—the fuller! IV.
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