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The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. The man himself was not a pleasant object. She got into rows through meddling with their shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. “Can you give me any information as to this affair?” he asked. The thing is, Miss Charvill —’ ‘He told you my name?’ cut in Melusine, surprised. Where the stuff came from was always a mystery. She forbade him to escape to his workshop in the basement during those times, denying him his one and only hobby. Hell's curses! that after all my precautions I should be thus entrapped.
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