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‘But I am perfectly serious,’ he returned in a voice of protest. “But I am sorry,” she exclaimed. Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand. The beautiful gowns and the flashing bare shoulders and arms of the women had disturbed and distressed her. She came along with the fluttering assurance of some tall ship. " "It matters not. ” Sydney Courtlaw followed his timid knock. Gerald sympathised with his friend’s irritation. The general did what he might to hush it up, and paid handsomely to manage it, I daresay. He was draining a glass, and as he set it down he shuddered. He had a blue overstuffed couch, his own television, even a computer with its own desk.
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