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I don’t think I shall ever care for this bonnet again. There are boats on the lake and shady depths and wildernesses of pine-wood. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. She left them and went back to Sebastian, never uttering a word about her visit. In the corner of the room were two hockey-sticks and a tennis-racket, and upon the walls Ann Veronica, by means of autotypes, had indicated her proclivities in art.
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