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Hobson was not 147 amused by the situation, which handled wrongly, could lose him his job. "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. You must be lonely here with only a few men friends. My servant. Money was not necessary; indeed, it would have embarrassed all concerned. “One would think I had said nothing about the matter. I’m anxious, joyfully anxious, like a man when he has found a treasure. As though it was indelicate—it’s just a sort of shyness. Or I should have made love to you long ago. We just hit against each other, and here we are flying off at a tangent, a little surprised at what we are doing, all our principles abandoned, and tremendously and quite unreasonably proud of ourselves.
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