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"Ali Baba, in a blue-serge coat!… God-forsaken fool!" CHAPTER XIII One day Ruth caught the patient's eyes following her about; but there was no question in the gaze, no interest; so she pretended not to notice. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. ’ Chapter Twelve In the elegantly appointed blue saloon, Melusine sat disconsolate, gazing out of the window at the dull sky. He was a philosopher. ‘Gerald had to change both shirt and breeches. Two women entered and sat down at the adjoining table. ’ The girl held out her hands. Hilary Roding was all soldier now, his earlier grievances laid aside.
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