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She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps
and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in
and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from
the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or
embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. "Let me look at the paper. She was sitting on the mean straw mattress that was placed on the
iron bedstead in the makeshift cell, while Melusine stood with her back to the
door, confronting her old nurse with the truth. It’s all nonsense. She hesitated about her name, and, being prompted, gave
it at last as Ann Veronica Smith, 107A, Chancery Lane.
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