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Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but fitted in all the right places, he smirked. “I never saw Courtlaw with her—never heard her speak of him. “I have noticed,” he said, “that you seem to delight in taking a topsy-turvy view of life. "Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand. I have a big breakfast.
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