okay. How I wish I might meet this delightful mystery lady of yours. I will neither stir hand nor foot for you more. Sure, I lose one occasionally—if he stays in New York. Peg after peg had gone down his blistered throat, but never had a smile touched his lips, never had his gaze roved inquisitively.
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