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” They loitered under trees, they sat on mossy banks they gossiped on friendly benches, they came back to lunch at the “Star and Garter,” and talked their afternoon away in the garden that looks out upon the crescent of the river. Ramage,” she said, “please don’t talk like this. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. Always the other things remained. You don’t know about Mary because you live in Kent. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. Of course, there'll be a few kinks to straighten out. "There's Sharples," cried Quilt. She could tell that he was leering at her.
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