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“Well, I don’t want you to talk to him,” he said, very firmly. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. But how to avail himself of it was the question, for in his present garb he was sure to be recognised. “Only married a few months ago and lived out at Hampstead. He’s dead. 2. No offence, I hope. .
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