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"Suppose we go and have tea? I'd like to take you to a teahouse I know, but we'll go to the Victoria instead. ” She pointed with shaking fingers to a great bunch of dark red carnations, thrust carelessly into a deep china bowl, to which the card was still attached. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. Lassitude?” “I suppose so. You’ve got to adjust yourself to the people God has set about you. A dressing-room then. I just never had anything else fun to do.
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