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It is you who took my name, not I yours. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life, of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine; of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite within my means. "You think our sex has no feeling, I suppose, Sir," cried Mrs. "Take this key to Baptist Kettleby. I wonder what it was. That register would be easy to get at; comforting thought. ’ ‘You’re going?’ asked his friend, and the note of relief was marked.
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