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“Not to-night,” she said. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. And how can I get into one brief letter the complex accumulated desires of what is now, I find on reference to my diary, nearly sixteen months of letting my mind run on you— ever since that jolly party at Surbiton, where we raced and beat the other boat. It was comforting to have her there, snoring gently. “Nor am I going to,” she answered, smiling. I have plenty of money, and the Duke will not be in the next Cabinet.
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