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“Martin, you realize that I’m dating someone, don’t you?” She knew his reply before he uttered it. One Friday afternoon, in this pleasant month, it chanced that Mr. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. The doctor laughed. Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected. “Are there others like you?” “Yes. You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. We are going to have this chap writing books one of these days. " "My coat, please.
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