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Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. She fixed her brilliant eyes upon him. Earles attended her obsequiously to the door. I'm crazy over music, too. I don’t want to hear you. But shortly this movement ceased. “You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that.
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