“Please forgive me—for one moment,” she sobbed. She had something of the feeling a Hindoo must experience who has been into surroundings or touched something that offends his caste. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. If he hasn't a job for you, he'll know someone who has. Her eyes were lit with mirth, the corners of her mouth quivered. S.
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