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Did I not say so, Hilary?’
Melusine’s glance shot across to the newcomer, and found a petite blonde
standing there, very fashionably attired in a velvet mantel over an apple-green
robe, the furred hood framing a face alive with mischief. We can’t afford to
turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our
goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. Upon this young fellow's face there
were no wrinkles, only shadows, in the hollows of the cheeks and under the
eyes. The conditions
are such as I think you will recognize the justice of. Come into the parlour, Winifred, and dry your eyes directly, or I'll send
you to bed.
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