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Her target was a fifty-four year old man who lived with his mother, an obese neighborhood woman, a widow named Dawn Plote. “I feel shabby and disgraced. "No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. The first was to break a dinner engagement. "Bess wouldn't bear a rival. “I think that it is only an idea. " "It may be; but if it shortens the distance and lightens the journey, I care not," retorted the widow, who seemed by this reproach to be roused into sudden eloquence. Then he looked across at Mrs Sindlesham. Let me only wear your livery. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. “He wants me to have dinner at his parent’s house tonight,” still looking at a series of spots on the carpeting.
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