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"I should like to satisfy myself on that score," rejoined Wild, drily. Nigel Ennison, Annabel. All of us were fussy, colicky babies from what she tells
me. But when it
came to broaching them, it proved to be much more difficult than she had
supposed. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he
bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. There is a musical
programme, and we have the windows open and blinds up, and a pink lamp
shade over the piano lamp—a sort of advertisement of the place, you know. Do you
see why I have hidden the terrible things from you? I
chose you because you are my perfect mate. On the bench was set a quartern
measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese.
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