It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. I’m not such a bad sort. I really must leave you now. ’ Melusine cursed Emile roundly, but raised a defiant head. ’ ‘We are not all of us so empty-headed, Melusine,’ pleaded Miss Froxfield. ’ ‘Gérard,’ she said, giving the French version with a soft “g” and not quite managing the “l”.
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