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“No,” the child answered. “Mama had a headache this morning, and I slipped out. You’re not keeping your promise.” She came to him and stood over him with her hands upon his shoulders.!
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She moved to a chair beside the desk, and, opening her bag, took out a writing-block. Phillips’s entrance saved the need of a reply. To the evident surprise of his wife he was in evening clothes.
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