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If my Mom found out, she’d kill me. She’ll have to wait for dinner,” he said, uncomfortably. He bowed over her hand, venturing to drop a kiss on it’s leathery surface. Yet an indiscriminating, wrong-headed world gave such fellows all sorts of distinctions. “Of course it is okay!” Cathy’s voice rose in volume and in pitch. 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. However, it don't signify. Find your man, that’s the rule. “Have to go now.
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