He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. ’ She bit her lip, but her eyes betrayed her. "Manuscripts! Why, this chap is a writer, or is trying to be. “Life is upsetting enough, without the novels taking a share,” said Mr. Stanley came home at a quarter to six—an earlier train by fifteen minutes than he affected—his sister met him in the hall with a hushed expression.
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