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Mere hangers on. The night was clear and moonlit, dazzling with even light blue shadows that shone into manicured lawns and pristine gardens. She was an Egyptian, from the magical times. I don’t care. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. . “Before I met you I was deluded into receiving upon friendly terms a man named Hill, who passed himself off as Meysey Hill the railway man, but who was in reality an Englishman in poor circumstances. Jove, he didn’t take to it kindly, I can tell you.
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