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Her birthday was four months away, and that, at its extremist point, might give her another five pounds. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. But luncheon and dinners you will sit at my table. For the love of Heaven, Jack, don't move!—Don't alter a muscle, if you can help it. He was always forgetting that his tummy was fifty-four years old.
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