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A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. “Go it, miss!” cried one. ‘And you mean this? Truly?’ ‘Entirely. You must not, however, accompany me, Jack. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey.
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