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” He uttered thoughtfully. It’s all nonsense. Nasty, damp passages. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain. The change will come to-day. “My friend,” she said, “I have been your pupil for two years. I might have told you the truth. ’ Gerald could not suppress a grin.
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