His age was not far from fifty. ’ Chapter Twelve In the elegantly appointed blue saloon, Melusine sat disconsolate, gazing out of the window at the dull sky. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. A married man!—the kind I've never been able to lure down there! But keep your temper in check.
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