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They ascended by a lift to one of the upper floors, passed through a long ward, and finally came to a bed in the extreme corner, round which a screen had been arranged. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. The bed-and table-linen were of the finest texture. There sprang from that a vague hope that perhaps she might extort a capitulation from her father by a threat to seek that position, and then with overwhelming clearness it came to her that whatever happened she would never be able to tell her father about her debt. ‘You’d do the same. He had to know the truth, Melusine. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. “It seems so unfair,” she said, “to take all you offer me and give so little in return. ‘Yes, miss. But no more of that.
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