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Anna found herself next Sydney Courtlaw, with his friend close at hand. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. “I will not rob you of your coffee, most dutiful of sisters!” she exclaimed. For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere. Jonathan shook his head.
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