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Manning, Lady Palsworthy’s nephew, a tall young man of seven-and-thirty with a handsome, thoughtful, impassive face, a full black mustache, and a certain heavy luxuriousness of gesture. He glanced up at the coachman. “Steady on!” he cried. Mr. She had expected a love story; and love was totally absent. “I cannot reason with you,” he said at last wearily. “We must go. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. He savored the last solo, the coda.
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