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I rather think they have kicked him, from the tone of some of the letters. I tried painting and couldn’t get on. She stole a few glances at John as she stood and played the pieces. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. As much as it killed her, she kept her mouth shut. “When did you start?” She said between puffs. “You mean to tell me” he said, “that you have a lover? While I have been keeping you! Yes—keeping you!” This view of life he hurled at her as if it were an offensive missile. . ’ ‘Sir!’ came from Trodger, and the booted feet clattered off and out of the front door.
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