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7. Old Newgate. “My sister and I,” she said slowly, “have seen very little of each other lately. Presently he turned to Courtlaw. My will never faltered. He was a civil servant of some standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious, nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather carefully finished verse. He talked about his driver's license, how he would soon inherit his older brother's BMW. A radiant smile astonished him. He flung aside all his talk of help and disinterested friendship as though it had never been even a disguise between them, as though from the first it was no more than a fancy dress they had put quite understandingly upon their relationship.
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