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"Don't weep, my love," replied the lady, straining him still more closely to her. “Rubbish!” he answered. It fits your style. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. Then he opened the study door and called “Mollie!” and returned to assume an attitude of authority on the hearthrug, before the blue flames and orange glow of the gas fire.
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