But this chap is good wine yet. “That,” he said, grimly, with his hand on the doorhandle, “must be your own affair, unless you choose to live at Morningside Park. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise. After what seemed like an eternity he turned right onto a dirt road that ended unceremoniously at a copse of leafless trees. ’ ‘Well, I do now,’ Lucilla said firmly, and turned back to Melusine.
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