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“I won’t have you quarrelling and crying in the Avenue,” he said. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. I have always understood that men avoid like the plague a woman with a sense of humour. \"Lucy, wait up.
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