Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily. “One has such ridiculous ideas of the wicked common people and the beautiful machinery of order that ropes them in. Still, one never could tell. Mr. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four. “I hope you’re satisfied.
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