His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. ’ ‘But what age are you? Do you not require an heir?’ Melusine asked, her tone shocked. She had paid her bill, and she had enough left in her purse to pay many such. ‘Anyhow, never mind that now. She was naturally weaker, she would tire quicker, and she need not concern herself with the peculiar obligations of honour obtaining amongst gentlemen. There is no Heaven for your mother.
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