. " "God help me, what a muddle!" The cigar crumbled in Spurlock's hand. What could I do?’ ‘Anything but to bring him to me,’ Melusine threw at him. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. ” “I am highly flattered,” she remarked, with subtle irony. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end.
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