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The tail-ender of this little caravan, he had been rather out of it. " "Who?" almost screamed Mrs. ’ ‘So would you run away,’ she uttered impulsively. "Suppose he does. "But, pardon my intrusion. I have a different game to play; and it'll be your own fault, if you don't come off the winner. "Farewell for ever," said Jack, extending his hand to Mrs. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. The smell of laundry detergent was noticeable, the bed sheets very tightly stretched across the bed, tucked in on three sides.
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