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The woollen-draper was no despicable trencherman in a general way; but his feats with the knife and fork were child's sport compared with those of Mr. ‘Gammon. “Sometimes it is not bad. That is where life takes advantage of youth. “My word holds,” she said. I followed, taking up hunting so that way I could track you, to make sure you would become well again. She was in a very uncritical state that afternoon. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley going down toward the shops.
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