Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. Melusine cast one swift glance at it, and her eyes, flashing magnificently, came back to his face. Honestly, I never did. Great sport, eh? To haul them back from the ragged edge. You’ll need that. The doctor will be here to see you in five minutes. Arrived there, the porter thundered at the massive door of the Lodge, which was instantly opened—Shotbolt's note having been received just before. "But I'm a blackguard, too, Ruth. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude.
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