“You wish me to stay?” he asked, in a low tone. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. You won't mind if I empty this gin?" "No. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. But we get over it. Melusine got to her feet and, tucking her shoulder under his arm on the uninjured side, put her arm about him to hold his waist, and thus contrived to take most of his weight. I didn’t realize—I don’t see how I can get out of it now. ” “I wish you good luck,” she answered.
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