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His smile faded. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. ‘Well, shan’t I come to the major’s house up Stratton Street, sir?’ ‘I’ll give the major your report, Trodger. I firmly believe that she is as straight as a die. ” “Your husband,” he answered bluntly. What beasts men are! I cannot typewrite, my three stories are still wandering round, two milliners have refused me as a lay figure because business was so bad. ’ ‘Of what use to be ladylike when I cannot be a lady?’ ‘None of that. " "I'm satisfied with your assurance," replied the carpenter, drily.
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