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"Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in the corner cupboard. The moral right of the author has been asserted. She had never even brought a friend home in her time at the Becks, let alone been asked on dates. “A ballot-box, you know,” he said, “is very largely just a box. She still had her letter of credit. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. ” “How old-fashioned of you, Lucy. " He stared at the agitated curtain; and slowly his chin sank until it touched his chest. What hotel should she go to? If she told a cabman to drive to an hotel, any hotel, what would he do—or say? He might drive to something dreadfully expensive, and not at all the quiet sort of thing she required.
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