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” She shook her fist ceilingward. ‘That’s wicked, that is. "Not the sort of stories young ladies should read. “I wonder if there is!” said Capes, and paused, and then bent down over the boy who wore his hair like Russell. They're gone into the next room. The woollen-draper looked at his watch. For the past four weeks mirrors had been her delight, a new toy. I'm hungry. But what I want to get at is this. “I wonder which of us enjoys that most,” said Capes—“does he, or do we?” “He seems to get a zest—” “He does it and forgets it. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter.
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