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"Hear me, Jack!" shrieked his mother. “Promise me that you’ll never tell another living soul, John. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. ” He read it in winter in the evening after dinner, and Ann Veronica associated it with a tendency to monopolize the lamp, and to spread a very worn pair of dappled fawn-skin slippers across the fender. It had been easy to steal.

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