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” She blushed deeply. The kissing of the book struck her as particularly odd, and then the policemen gave their evidence in staccato jerks and stereotyped phrases. Having secured this,—for he was almost famished,—he said that he had lost a hammer and wished to purchase one. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. But, in spite of his general insensibility to such matters, Quilt could not help commenting upon the delicious perfume wafted from the numerous flower-beds past which they were driving. Gravely he placed them in his aunt's hand. . It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. He fended these things off from him with the rump of his fourth piece of cake. ” He followed up a line of thought. This was not exactly what the woollen-draper desired.
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