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" "Don't mind us, Ma'am," said Mr. A fortnight passed, then a month. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. Well, I'll take myself off. \" He perked up, ready to make conversation. He lived on the seventh floor behind a winding set of hallways that towered over her in their grayness. He laughed. Not us. " "Decidedly so," replied Edgeworth Bess; "and I'll take this opportunity, while Jack's back is turned,—for he's grown so strangely particular,—of easing him of his snuff-box. Birthdays just ain’t the same once you get old kiddo. ’ ‘Are we to infer that he had a choice?’ enquired Gerald. ’ Mrs Prudence Sindlesham, a widow of several years’ standing, so she told Gerald, was a scarecrow of a female, long and lank of limb in a figure that had once been willowy.
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