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He waved to her. And rather unscrupulous. Spurling's sooty imp, Caliban. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. ‘I think,’ he said pleasantly, ‘that it would be as well if you, Hilary, were to go and fetch the troops. I know in Paris you pinched and scraped that your sister might have the dresses and entertainments she desired. Jests are not for seasons like this.
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