Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily. “And let us have a talk about this—some other time. Wood trembled. Get the pole out of your ass. . On Tuesday night, she was rather better, and I had left her for a short time, as I thought, asleep on the sofa in the little parlour of which she is so fond —" "Well," exclaimed Jack. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. ” “I am highly flattered,” she remarked, with subtle irony.
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