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They found a cosy little table in the tea-rooms, and everything was
delicious. ‘How disappointing,’ mourned Gerald. Give me but leave to try. I
had a perfect shoal of callers. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her
step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. Simply. “I’ll get a towel. But,
be like a son to her. \"
\"There's only one problem. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a
broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his
battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were
darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to
bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. "How do I know you are a friend?" asked Darrell. “If I sit here,” he said, standing up before her abruptly, “I shall have to shout. From time to time the man
below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a
harpist, only to recover them instantly.
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