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Shari was snoring soundly. It was hard to associate her with the stories which he and all Paris had heard of “Alcide. " "I care not why you did it," said Jack, sternly. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. One OUGHT to want to please her. . Chapter XVI THE DISCOMFITURE OF SIR JOHN Sir John looked from one to the other of the two sisters. Paul’s, were rich and wonderful with the soft sunshine of London, the softest, the finest grained, the most penetrating and least emphatic sunshine in the world. Jack submitted to this scrutiny with a very bad grace, and vehemently protested his innocence. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. ‘You do not want to be a nun,’ he said now, and Melusine noted with a prick at her senses the irritation in his tone. “You be off, missie,” said the fatherly policeman. Do you know this, Sir?" he added, taking a key from his pocket.
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