"He says he don't understand flash," replied the lady in gentleman's attire. "Whatever you like, Hoddy," she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. Part 4 MY DEAR VEE, he wrote. If I were a clean, free man—We’ll have to talk of all these things. There was a pause, and then the front door slammed.
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