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Maybe half a
year, counting this summer. ‘Ah, yes? To what do I pretend?’
‘That,’ Gerald said regretfully, ‘I have not yet been able to fathom. “Didn’t you know he was married?” asked Miss Klegg, and was struck by a
thought that made her glance quickly at her companion. Gentlemen, I am proud to say that I originated—that I directed those
measures. ‘Good, good—and not before time,’ muttered Roding, glancing round again. He was sipping a
glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. It was finished by the
end of that year, each character having asserted itself
pronouncedly in my imagination. It isn’t.
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