One has to train one’s self not to. I went to the theatre that night. But I've stacks of books and a grand piano-player. What is the matter with you?” Dunster had withdrawn discreetly. Probably his first serious bout with John Barleycorn. Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. She had decided that she would spend the next morning answering advertisements in the papers that abounded in the writing-room; and so, after half an hour’s perusal of back numbers of the Sketch in the drawingroom, she had gone to bed.
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