“Morning, Mom. "'Sdeath!" cried Hogarth, aside to the poet. You'll do. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure. " "Bah!" returned the woollen-draper. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled.
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