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‘The general himself?’ ‘How shall I get my inheritance if the general will believe that pig?’ ‘Do wish you wouldn’t keep on calling him a pig,’ Martha begged. Coffee à la Turque wasn't so bad; but a guy couldn't soak his breakfast toast in it. It was clear it must be to-morrow. Then one old crone, short-sighted and shaky-handed, called Ann Veronica “dearie,” and made some remark, obscure and slangy, of which the spirit rather than the words penetrated to her understanding. It was locked. Over these hung levels, bevels, squares, and other instruments of measurement. He caught the elderly dame’s eye, throwing her a desperate message.
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