"You are a paragon of prudence and discretion," rejoined the woollen-draper, drawing his chair closer to hers. It was eleven o'clock. ’ ‘We had other matters on hand this morning,’ Roding told him sharply. ’ Melusine’s arm crept up around his neck. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women.
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