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‘That’s my pet name. Wood was heard without, angrily demanding admittance. It was a neat, efficient-looking room, with a writing-table placed with a business-like regard to the window, and a bookcase surmounted by a pig’s skull, a dissected frog in a sealed bottle, and a pile of shiny, black-covered note-books. You sent back my Christmas checks. What were you doing at Remenham House? I can’t puzzle that bit out. He had come to Anna’s rooms from a dinner party, and he was in evening dress. " "So am I.
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