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O'Higgins wandered into this street and that, studying the signs and resenting the Britisher's wariness in using too much tin and paint. She wondered occasionally why his mind needed so much distraction. ‘I trust you are cursing Valade, and not Melusine. Montague Hill was taken for the millionaire once or twice, and I suppose it flattered his vanity. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. He seemed inexorable, and inscrutable as fate itself.
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