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" "What time is it?" inquired Jack. “What night will you dine and go to the theatre with me?—and how about Hurlingham on Saturday?” Anna shook her head. Her mouth lolled open and drool seeped down one corner. ” “I can assure you,” he answered, “that it isn’t a habit of mine. Lucy's ears were singing. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. Today you shall promise me that you will pull no more of these stunts. ” He shook her hands off almost roughly. His hand flew across the paper.
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