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" "What!" exclaimed Mrs. 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. For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. Spurlock advanced, the censer swung high. No—you shall come with me to Waterloo.
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