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He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. “I loathe afternoon
concerts, and——”
She was really like her sister he thought, impressed for a moment by the soft
brilliancy of her smile. She was quite a beauty,
all in white, and I can still see how much you resemble
her. —'Why, hang every bailiff that sets a foot in your territories, and you're
safe,' says I. We all did that in our youth, when first we
came upon a fine story; else we were worthless metal indeed. She had never experienced anything so disagreeable in her life as the
sense of being held helplessly off her feet. She dropped a flower—it’s in my
pocket-book now.
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