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There must be ways of getting rid of him. A week later the manuscript was polished and typewritten, ready for the test. Then he did give way a bit. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. “You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said. " "How?" "Listen to me, Thames. . . Far away there was the one woman for this boy of mine—some human being who would understand the dear fool better than all the rest of the world. You say you love me and want to marry, but those are strong, potent words, words meant to last a lifetime. We want to come to the station if this happens, okay? For your own good. His smile faded. "I must tell you," she was saying.
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