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It wasn’t pretty. Stanley. His light brown hair was almost crew cut short. The colouring was green and white, with softly shaded electric lights, an alcove bedstead, which was a miracle of daintiness, white furniture, and a long low dressing-table littered all over with a multitude of daintily fashioned toilet appliances. “This is what comes of being a young woman up to date. He rolled onto his belly, freeing himself from her hands, pushing her away. Wood, reproachfully, as they returned to the parlour. Then it was the woman herself who was changed. Next moment, she had shut the bookshelf panel upon him. He was full of fabulous stories, not just tales of his own past in Rome but wonderful fables from the mysterious Orient and the ancient Greeks, old jokes and yarns that only he remembered. You understand that term?” Ann Veronica smiled faintly. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time.
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