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" "Be pleased, then, in future not to let your surprise find vent in words," rejoined Jonathan, sternly. “Tell your sister she was right to shoot, quite right. " "Go, Mr. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. It seemed to him that speech would be an anticlimax. The continuity was frequently broken in upon by diversory suppositions. ‘She wouldn’t tell me. “Whither away?” he said, very distinctly in a curiously wheedling voice. “I was watching you at Morningside Park, dear,” said Miss Miniver. Probably she was married years ago and is now merely on the way to her husband's house. "Leave me alone with him a moment," said Jonathan. ” His voice assumed an easy detached tone.
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