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“We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. Stanley,’ I said. "I must have dropped it when I took out my note-book. For although I must confess it reads very much like an application or a testimonial or some such thing as that, I can assure you I am writing this in fear and trembling with a sinking heart. He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles, The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract his mind. But it is no longer necessary. Hobson was not 147 amused by the situation, which handled wrongly, could lose him his job. She found it rather funny that he always wore the shirt fastidiously tucked in and never wore the ensemble without a stiff brown leather belt. He was always anticipating, stepping into the future, torturing himself with non-existent troubles.
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