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She must have walked mechanically. Looking up she found herself in her own street. And as she reached her doorway the tears came suddenly. “I’ve had such a funny letter from Flossie,” said Joan, “begging me almost with tears in her ink to come to her on Sunday evening to meet a ‘gentleman friend’ of hers, as she calls him, and give her my opinion of him. What on earth is she up to?”!
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Mary frowned at him; but Mr. Simson, eager for argument or not noticing, blundered on:— “I was so afraid you would find it out,” he explained.
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