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I suppose that shocks one’s ideas. "Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone. They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. His hunger satisfied, his spirits began to revive, and with this change of mood all his natural audacity returned. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. He flung open the door and cast a quick glance round. A sprinkling of callow youths, and a couple of pronounced young Jews, who were talking loudly together in some unintelligible jargon of the City. " "Mr. ’ ‘Gad, but she’s a beauty,’ gasped Hilary, and slammed his sword back in its scabbard. “I gave your name. “How ridiculous! Fancy you with all that money! For heaven’s sake, though, do not go about playing the Don Quixote like this. Crocodile Tears. You know, I’ve done no work at all this afternoon.
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