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" "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. But that was all over. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. She was noisy and hilarious and enthusiastic, and her hair was always abominably done. I questioned him too closely about his possessions, and remarked upon the fact that he was a most inexpert driver, although Meysey Hill had a great reputation as a motorist. I feel a mixture of beast and uncle. That night, she hunted the alleyways of the old town.
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