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’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. Marvel held her handkerchief to her eyes, and appeared in great distress. "Your servant, Sir Rowland," said the stranger, ducking his head, as he advanced. ” Again that curious smile which puzzled him so much parted her lips for a moment. She sat herself upon the bed. Age is set, impervious to innovations. Still—I don’t know whether I quite like—Something ramshackle about those people, Vee. . “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. ” She repeated, as if she answered an objector: “A sort of blacklegging.
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