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”everreadanyoscarwilde”heasked.
”no.”
”itsandontyouknow”
”oh,surely.”afaintery.”ipera,patience,”
”yes,thatsthefella.ivejustfinishedabookofhis,thepictureray,aainly.youdlikeit.youborroifyouto.”
”alotthanks.”
”dontyoueuptotheroovegotafeherbooks.”
aryhesitated,glanagnifiaingridoftheeeasuredthosparkedinvilliersundoubtedattraenadspectaclesthathefanciedglaredfroheable.
”yes,illgo.”
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oondarytriedreusifkerrysgraphophone.
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ary,ing,lookedannoyed,andclaidthatheneededarerdhlesspianoinit.kerrythereuponrolledonthefloorinstifledlaughter.
”putosandfloylord,ioingtocastakitten.”
”shutoffthedagraphophone,”arycried,ratherredintheface.”iotgivinganexhibition.”
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”thatsgood,”kerry,delightedatanaudiensandballades”untilkerryandarykaswellashe.
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