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Their houses became a refuge of ill repute, the source of rumor and intrigue in the highest echelons of society. ‘It is all the fault of that lantern. . In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. She had been in the drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered gaily to every one. “Ugh!” she said. She rang again with the same result. For a time he heard no more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that filled half a column of the Times that day. Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated, and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. Her mind left her. ‘I should not dream of forcing my attentions on you. “I have a letter for him from his brother, which I was just leaving. “I thought you weren’t getting along so well with your mother these days. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child.
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