It was most amusing. F. . Aunt Jane had her quiet moments. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself. Mrs. Dim souls flitted about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones. Meantime, as the doctor was splitting his breakfast orange, he heard a commotion in his office, two rooms removed: volleys of pidgin English, one voice in protest, the other dominant. ’ ‘Oh, that tragic pair,’ uttered her ladyship in saddened tones. She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen. The young lady—if she had come in here at all—had vanished.
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