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‘What’s this? Impertinence! French manners, is it?’
‘Grace à vous,’ Melusine threw at him fiercely. 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. You have been useful to me, or I would not have spared
you thus long. Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside
the motley!
Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle. There were always parrots
and parrakeets screaming in the fruit groves. She stole a few glances at John as she stood and
played the pieces.
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