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It was a clear, lovely, October morning. Wanton!… This, then, was what her father had meant. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire.
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