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She ran to the lamp and extinguished it. “It was unpleasant while it lasted, but it is over —and my toasted scones are delicious. But what the deuce! He was human; he was a machine only when on the hunt. His salary was a few paltry hundreds a year. She deserves what has befallen her. Her eyes were wide and bright. “My chief,” he said, “took it into his head to have an impromptu dinner party.
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