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Sheppard, rushing from the adjoining room. " "Where's Mr. “At a boarding-house?” he gasped. E. Michelle sat on her bed, which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent and Sweet Honesty perfume. They reached Wimbledon, and Ramage whipped out to hand Miss Stanley to the platform as though she had been a duchess, and she descended as though such attentions from middle-aged, but still gallant, merchants were a matter of course. “My dear child,” he said, “with me you need have no apprehension.
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