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But Jonathan was not to be deterred. He had shaved his side-whiskers and come over in flannels, but he was still indisputably the same person who had attended Ann Veronica for the measles and when she swallowed the fish-bone. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes.
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