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"I will go, if you will consent to meet me at midnight near the old house in Wych
Street," replied Jack. He went in and leaned, panting,
against one wall. He conveyed not only his sense of the extreme want of
correctitude in their unsanctioned meetings, but also that, so far as he was
concerned, this irregularity mattered not at all, that he had flung—and kept on
flinging—such considerations to the wind. The man was
dangerous. What's all this about, anyhow? You. ’
‘About me?’ The lady’s lashes fluttered and her fan came up. ’
Melusine had crossed to the window that overlooked the front of the house,
and was trying to peep through a crack in the shutters.
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