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Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. “If you say so, my pet. By that time it seemed to them they had lived together twenty years. Poor little one. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. ’ ‘Are you off your head? Think I don’t know you’re up to some mischief or other?’ Melusine feigned innocence.
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