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The manager had
sketched the girl's character, or rather had interpreted it, from the incidents
which had happened since dinner. Perhaps that
sealed letter was a form of confession, and thus relieved him on that score. ’
Melusine jumped. Suddenly the Wastrel took
hold of the edge and flung the table aside. The walls are too high, and the windows too stoutly barricaded in this
quarter, to admit such a supposition. “Where have you been, young lady? I know your
kind, I know you sneak out every night! How long do
you think it could go on? You little murdering slut!
Whore! I found you out, found your blouse! Evidence!
How many of your johns have you killed why you have
lived at my house? Huh? They’re going to put you away
for a long time, honey.
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