"Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly. In the recess beside the fireplace were some open bookshelves. I’ll do it. “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed. What beasts men are! I cannot typewrite, my three stories are still wandering round, two milliners have refused me as a lay figure because business was so bad. She had expected a love story; and love was totally absent.
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