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The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. Sometimes I try to talk. ” He smiled bitterly as he handed her from the cab. ‘Eh bien, pig. You have shown an almost feverish anxiety to eliminate from your personal appearance all that reminded me of you —when we first met. ” He stood up and waited for her to move. He saw that his words were falling upon dull ears. A dozen books lay upon the counterpane. If my conjectures are right, this boy would stay there indefinitely.
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