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’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. I am bound to admit that I greatly enjoy my altered life. I’ve called half a dozen times at her flat, and she won’t see me. " "Have you told him so?" she inquired, reproachfully. The Disguise 261 VI. She had agonized over it for weeks.
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