The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. An ordinary type, of course—” Mrs. Wood, furiously. ” “I’m delighted,” she exclaimed. “Wow. \"Sure, but you'll have to call from my Mom and Dad's room. He, next, tried to clamber up the flying buttresses and soffits of the pier, in the hope of reaching some of the windows and other apertures with which, as a man-of-war is studded with port-holes, the sides of the bridge were pierced.
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