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” A fair-haired young Englishman looked up from the depths of his easy chair. ‘I fear you mistake, Emile. "Eh-day! what's this?" cried Wood, looking up from beneath his spectacles. He was wrapped in a loose dressing-gown of light material, and stood near the corner where the women's dresses had just been thrown down, quite out of sight of all the party, except Mrs. From then on he was Ruth's dog. His fingers closed upon her hand. "Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. ‘Wait! At least tell me where I can find you. " "That sounds funny … to play it with your feet!" McClintock laughed. It was not only that her father had said all sorts of inconsistent and unreasonable things, but that by some incomprehensible infection she herself had replied in the same vein. They were true noblemen, men of the court.
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