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“Why not?” He asked. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. ’ ‘Melusine,’ repeated the old lady. Her father—man of rock—had never needed her, whereas Hoddy, even if he did not love her, would always be needing her. On a small shelf near the foot of the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "Rosa Solis. “Good-bye, John,” she said simply. ‘Looks like it. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. "Take it," cried Wood, holding the infant towards her; "take it, and fly. They were childless and servantless, and they had reduced simple living to the finest of fine arts.
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