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I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. Wood, sharply. He took his social pleasures once a year in Hong-Kong, after Easter. ‘Why, that’s it. ’ ‘Oh, that tragic pair,’ uttered her ladyship in saddened tones. ’ Shock spread across her lovely features. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another.
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