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The Thorburns-yes; they breed so, she echoed; looking at all the round red faces that seemed doubled in the giddiness that overcame her; and magnified in the gold mist that enhaloed them. “They breed so.” Then John bawled:
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At that word, that magic word, she revived. Peeping between the chrysanthemums she saw Ernest’s nose twitch. Continue reading “As the dinner wore on, however, the room grew steamy with heat”