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He was silent now, frowning.
‘Perhaps,’ he said. ‘I don’t WANT her to furnish the rooms
here—and I don’t keep her hanging on. Only, I needn’t be
churlish to her, need I? At any rate, I shall have to go down
and see them now. You’ll come, won’t you?’
‘I don’t think so,’ she said coldly and irresolutely.
‘Won’t you? Yes do. Come and see the rooms as well. Do
come.’
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