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“Tut, tut!” he said. “I thought you were coming right across the Park. Whisky kills him suddenly; it does not sap him gradually. Lucy had been ignoring her, not purposefully, but noticeably. Faugh!” She took up the last morsel of roll, and held it delicately between her long slim fingers. “Mr. He won’t have menservants inside the house, and his collection of carriages is only fit for a museum—where most of his friends ought to be, by-the-bye. Manning?” she asked.
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