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‘He’s already spoken for, Melusine. " No sooner had Wood crept through the window, than nature gave way, and he fainted. Only she hadn’t. Stanley lost patience. I knew it was in vain to cry 'murder!' in the Mint, so I had recourse to stratagem. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally.
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