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He had shaved his side-whiskers and come over in flannels, but he was still indisputably the same person who had attended Ann Veronica for the measles and when she swallowed the fish-bone. She crawled into her small bed, dizzy with the thoughts of him, of kissing him. Possessed, at one time, of a share in the South Sea stock, he conceived himself worth twenty thousand pounds. She had seen her really only at teas, with the Stanley strain in her uppermost. ‘But I will tell you this, mon vieux. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. Take them, and may they prove as serviceable to you as I desire. She spoke slowly. She wished she could steal his smiles and keep them in a box, they had always been so precious.
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