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" As he spoke, a smile crossed Sheppard's countenance. “It does nothing but sit there. I am a man—of a sort of experience. Warren’s Profession furtively with Hetty Widgett from the gallery of a Stage Society performance one Monday afternoon. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. Both arm-chairs had been moved a little so as to face each other on either side of the fender, and in the circular glow of the green-shaded lamp there lay, conspicuously waiting, a thick bundle of blue and white papers tied with pink tape. Though Gerald must suppose it was inevitable she should eventually come here.
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