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The other lay unconscious in a heap. Jolly nose! he who sees thee across a broad glass Beholds thee in all thy perfection; And to the pale snout of a temperate ass Entertains the profoundest objection. That might happen on her birthday—in August. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. “You silly wimmin,” he said over and over again throughout the hearing, plucking at his blotting-pad with busy hands. “Ever yours, “ANNABEL.
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