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So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. “I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had— tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a highly meretricious quality caught her eye. ” “The difficulties on my own side I can deal with,” he answered. The weather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it.
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