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‘Who, the émigrés?’ ‘Do I speak of the English, imbecile? Certainly the émigrés. I’ve bored you or something. She was quivering with the sense of Capes at her side and glowing with heroic love; it seemed to her that if they put their hands jointly against the Alps and pushed they would be able to push them aside. Poor little one. We had such a pride in you, such hope in you. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a highly meretricious quality caught her eye. To be sure, Ruth had dimly been aware of this; but now for the first time she was made painfully conscious of it. ’ Gerald did not speak, but there was a look in his face that made Melusine glad she had at last had the courage to confide in him.
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