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“But I am at singing-pitch. "But don't wait for me, Sir Cecil. In regard to yourself, you've had a very narrow escape. "He just asked for his coat, which he wanted under his pillow. It makes me want to be just everything I CAN be to you. " "You have no son," rejoined Sir Rowland, moodily. The young lady in the bureau said she would inquire, and Ann Veronica, while she affected to read the appeal on a hospital collecting-box upon the bureau counter, had a disagreeable sense of being surveyed from behind by a small, whiskered gentleman in a frock-coat, who came out of the inner office and into the hall among a number of equally observant green porters to look at her and her bags. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. I can’t help it.
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