Will you take it in to him?” The young man smiled in a superior manner. Then he opened the study door and called “Mollie!” and returned to assume an attitude of authority on the hearthrug, before the blue flames and orange glow of the gas fire. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. The little pucker in her brows became more perceptible. My very sentences stumble and give way. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another.
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