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We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. I have made up my mind to insist upon moving from here into Park Lane, or one of the Squares. With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. I came to the Beck’s house.
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