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“I want to ask you a question,” she said abruptly. There are certain smells, certain tinges to the air. "Surely," she said, after a pause, "you don't attach any importance to what my mother has just said. 82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. But the wench who tricked me shall bitterly repent it. You know how stubborn they get. “I knew,” she said, in a low despairing tone, “that people would talk. “Ann Veronica has never looked quite so well, I think,” said Capes, clinging, because of a preconceived plan, to the suppressed topic. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s.
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