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I sometimes laid away my father's clothes in his trunk. ’ The lady’s face came round, a puzzled frown on her brow. He wore a long coat, beautifully flowered, and a hat with a turned up brim. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. “This is much the cheapest place I know of where things are moderately clean, and I should hate rooms all by myself. “No doubt about that,” Meddoes continued. One point was that she was to wear fancy dress in the likeness of a Corsair’s bride, and the other was that she was to spend whatever vestiges of the night remained after the dance was over in London with the Widgett girls and a select party in “quite a decent little hotel” near Fitzroy Square.
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