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She could feel Martin’s eyes boring into her as she
entered the room, her own personal Farhat. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as
you Yankees say. "
"My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm at the
woollen-draper. She wants that and needs it more than anything else in the world. “Listen,” she said. The
temperature soared to one hundred degrees, sickeningly
hot. ”
He nodded. Stanley wanted to object strongly, but as he could not immediately think
how to put it, he contented himself with a grunt, and the motion was carried. ”
“DUSTING!” said Miss Miniver, in a sepulchral voice.
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