White rang the bell. At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. ‘Melusine…Melusine. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street.
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