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“You’re still,” he said, “in the educational years. I told him instantly and shamelessly that the play was going to be worth ten thousand pounds. I deal with the Malay mostly; but twice a year I visit islands occupied by the true blacks, recently cured of their ancient taste for long-pig. Only old librarians and Shirley Temples say that. ” He said wistfully. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. “May I enquire,” he asked smoothly, “in what way my appearance contributes to your amusement? If there is a joke I should like to share it. Wood, at Dollis Hill —" "Let me have one," said a carpenter, who was passing by at the moment,—"Mr. When she reflected that Mr.
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