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Then there is silence for a full minute, during which Miss Mansergh casts a reproachful glance at the irrepressible Jack. "I don't know that: Lilian Chetwoode made him welcome in her house last night," says Doatie, a little bitterly. "Well, you didn't," says Mona. "Are you engaged to her?".
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