“I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. ‘Couldn’t reconcile it with my dooty to leave you here—’ A thought made Melusine stop dead, turning to him. My dear—I can call you that here, anyhow—I know that. How old are you?’ ‘I have nineteen years, and it is quite unimportant. “Idiots!” she said, when she heard this pandemonium, and with particular reference to this young lady with the throaty contralto next door.
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