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“But who could have lent you money?” “I pawned my pearl necklace. You’ll end there one day, mark my words. I can't concentrate on my work. “It’s like this,” he said, and dragged a stool beside her and sat down with his elbow four inches from hers and made a sketch. He would ask her to come to dinner with him in some little Italian or semiBohemian restaurant in the district toward Soho, or in one of the more stylish and magnificent establishments about Piccadilly Circus, and for the most part she did not care to refuse. But I never betray an old customer. “Would you mind calling that hansom for me?” He looked at it critically and shook his head. God, Lucy, that’s the stuff people wear to Phys. She lost it in the Mint.
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