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" And he led the way to an inner room, in the middle of which stood a table, covered with a large white cloth. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. “Don’t you understand, Nigel,” she said softly, “that it was precisely for this I have worked so hard.
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