’ Chapter Twelve In the elegantly appointed blue saloon, Melusine sat disconsolate, gazing out of the window at the dull sky. "Ruth?" he called. The Victorians over-did it a little, I admit. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying.
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