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🏆 Palace Yard, save for a statuesque policeman, was empty. Joan started. She had been thinking about Phillips, wondering what she should say to him when they met.!

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“How are you?” she added, holding out her hand. “You’ve grown quite good-looking. I like your moustache.” And he flushed again with pleasure. “I don’t see it,” said Joan, with decision.
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