You call it a lot of nicknames—“Babs” and “Bibs” and “Viddles” and “Vee”; you whack at it playfully, and it whacks you back. "I don't know how it is," he added in a low voice to Thames, as they were left alone, "but I've a strange foreboding of ill. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy.
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