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Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I am, you see. I have always hated it. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry. "If you don't stop its squalling, I will. You know very well that you took from my easel David Courtlaw’s study of me, and sent it to Cariolus.
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