” He put his hands in his pockets, his mouth puckered to a whistle, and he went to the door of the outer preparation-room and stood there, looking, save for the faintest intensification of his natural ruddiness, the embodiment of blond serenity. \"You're a shoo in. He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came. So she took up Stevenson and began to read aloud. ” “Why on earth—? A man ought to be labelled.
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