As he passed along the main thoroughfare, he heard his own name pronounced, and found that it was a hawker, crying a penny history of his escapes. ‘Many things he taught me. I am up to the ears in it all— every moment I can spare. ‘Lucky I have you to keep me from Bedlam, then. A long shrill cat-call in the gallery seemed to be the signal. They fell into step again. What the devil is her name, now we know she isn’t you?’ ‘Yolande,’ supplied Melusine. Every afternoon, from now on, I will teach you a little about life—I mean the worldly points of view you're likely to meet.
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