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His pale and boyish waist was nearly as slim as her own. He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. ‘See that writing table? Go and look in the drawer there. “Cheveney wouldn’t have anything to say about it, as it happens,” he remarked, a little grimly. " "That was my doing, dearest," urged the carpenter; "I was afraid if you saw her that some such scene as this might occur. The theme was a masquerade. She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving out of the station, whereas she was only moving in.

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