“Mind my smoking?” said Roddy. ’ ‘Don’t you believe it. Ennison,” she exclaimed, “is that really you?” There was no sign of embarrassment in her manner. “Perhaps I should better be able to understand its significance if you would explain to me who Mr. I was quite as much annoyed as you were to see Mr. Jackson’s. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. Do you know, I am beginning to believe that we only exist nowadays by the tolerance of these millionaire tradesmen. I suppose I was a little idiotic—I don’t think we either of us mentioned the future, but it was arranged that I should go the next afternoon and have tea with her. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose.
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