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“Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. and miscarried. . . I knew it. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs.
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