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"I'll bet she still smells to heaven with sour coconut. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. And why, after
all, should she not borrow money from Ramage?
It was so true what he said; middle-class people WERE ridiculously
squeamish about money. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how
old I look? Fifteen. Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been
trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of
the house. ‘The wretch said nothing to anyone. \"Thanks for walking me home. .
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