Eight per cent. Hastily ascending these steps, Jack found the door, as he anticipated, locked. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. Courtlaw—Lady Mackinnor. I would have heard her. Sheppard, distractedly. Emile Gosse must know his only chance was to be rid of Melusine.
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