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She paused for a moment. ‘You can’t go to England. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. By this time, Jonathan and the vast mob attending him, had come up, and the place was rendered almost as light as day by the links. She always left the table when they began to smoke. The younger of the two, who was seated next to Jack, and seemed to monopolize his attention, could not be more than seventeen, though her person had all the maturity of twenty. Not for me. The smell of laundry detergent was noticeable, the bed sheets very tightly stretched across the bed, tucked in on three sides. “Did you—did you really think that they would take you for a Frenchman?” she exclaimed.
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