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’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. Her lips were dry and cracked. “Won’t you tell me why you have come to England?” she said. “It jars. “Tell me,” she insisted, “why you look like that. “Does he know that I am involved with someone?” “Of course he knows. She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from experience that such a plan would be wasted effort.
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