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He carried her into his bedroom as she unfastened the tiny white buttons of his shirt. It probably had its own repulsive oubliette in the bottom, where tiny princesses could fall and break their necks. “Please stop, cabman,” she ordered. The ledge, along which he crawled, was about a foot wide. His friendship seemed a thing worth having. He had just arrived from Manchester, whence he had been summoned by that treacherous thief-taker. From what she could tell, he truly had convinced himself that he was in love with her, but she knew that his ardor would fade eventually inasmuch as she knew John’s would. Thames did not attempt to offer him any consolation, for he was almost as much dejected. " A deep indignant groan followed. Then he hovered undecidedly for some seconds with his hands in his pockets and his mouth puckered to a whistle before he turned to go home by the Avenue. ” “I don’t care if it does,” said Ann Veronica.
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