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‘I don’t want him having an apoplexy in this house. He dared not go on. Still no sound. “I am getting plain,” she said, with a little shudder. She was powerless to move from her chair. The door opened. A disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s table, was only too manifestly sketching her.
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