253 < 32 > LUCY GOES TO DINNER Mike and Lucy trudged over to the Vorsack’s house. “Number 13, please, cabman. "What ho!" he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with the brandybottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder. Business exists for such interruptions. Where is your hat?’ ‘Parbleu, is this a way to rescue me?’ Melusine demanded, digging in her heels and wrenching her arm out of his hold. He has escaped. “Okay.
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