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Manning’s handwriting had an air of being clear without being easily legible; it was large and rather roundish, with a lack of definition about the letters and a disposition to treat the large ones as liberal-minded people nowadays treat opinions, as all amounting to the same thing really—a yearssmoothed boyish rather than an adult hand. His face clouded with anger. Stanley came home at a quarter to six—an earlier train by fifteen minutes than he affected—his sister met him in the hall with a hushed expression. "Do you know what you make me think of?" "What?" "As if you had stepped out of some old family album. She addressed Capes as though she spoke to him alone. I can get that at the bar," the manager said, curtly. ’ ‘Was it?’ Her lips twitched. "If you get out o' that cage, I'll forgive you.
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