"These writer chaps are queer birds. ” “Never,” he exclaimed vehemently. There was no one at all in this room, but through the half-open door of one of the small apartments that gave upon it she had a glimpse of two very young girls sitting at a littered table and writing briskly. Play fair with her. He allowed his voice to drip with sympathy. ‘Come, Hilary.
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