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‘I should not dream of forcing my attentions on you. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. An inarticulate instinct which now found expression. Meantime the spinsters sought the dining room where tea was being served. A man’s children nowadays are not his own. ’ ‘Success?’ Her eyes narrowed.
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