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"One of us has got to die," he panted. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. Now he lay there, a doubled-up mass, with ugly distorted features, and a dark wet stain dripping slowly on to the carpet. It isn’t because you’re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there’s something—something living and understanding in you. They stopped talking, except to each other. She had become neutral towards him and he had used the lesson to try to advance himself. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. ‘Very well, never mind. His father and mother were a lawyer and a doctor, respectively.
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