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May I do so to-day?” “It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. But she was staring seaward and did not notice the offering. She wrenched her head away from his grip and got her arm between his chest and hers. ‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk. Jolly nose! he who sees thee across a broad glass Beholds thee in all thy perfection; And to the pale snout of a temperate ass Entertains the profoundest objection.
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