” “Of course,” said Capes, and threw a newly lit cigar into the fire through sheer nervousness. “It is a hateful story. She walked over to them still carrying the trousers in her hands, and stooped to examine them. He made his speech a little elaborately. It probably had its own repulsive oubliette in the bottom, where tiny princesses could fall and break their necks. He walked hastily to the side of the broad pavement and summoned a fiacre. I am going to ask him to finish it. It was shameful, but again, her mother had prepared her for it.
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