I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that oar. "Ah! who have we here?" exclaimed Griffin. “Feel better. How did you get your luggage out of the house? Wasn’t it—wasn’t it rather in some respects—rather a lark? It’s one of my regrets for my lost youth. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him.
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