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🏆 “That’s not bringing me up well,” suggested Joan: “putting those ideas into my head.” It was a summer’s evening; Joan had dropped in at the Greysons and had found Mary alone, Francis not having yet returned from a bachelor dinner at his uncle’s, who was some big pot in the Navy. They sat in the twilight, facing the open French windows, through which one caught a glimpse of the park. A great stillness seemed to be around them.!

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“Oh, may I?” answered Joan. “Tell me,” said Joan. “What was my mother like? I can only remember her as more or less of an invalid.”!
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One day Joan, lunching at the club, met Madge Singleton. “I wish it,” she said, speaking low. And it pleased her that he made no answer but to ask her what he should sing. He had a light tenor voice. It was wobbly at first, but improved as he went on. They ended with a duet.
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