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🎮 “They did, at first,” he answered. “The time-servers and the hypocrites among them. I made it a condition that they should be teetotallers, and chapel goers, and everything else that I thought good for them. I thought that I could save their souls by bribing them with cheap rents and share of profits. And then the union came, and that of course finished it.” “Do,” said Joan, speaking earnestly. “I shall be so very pleased if you will.”!

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“You will let me make one for you, dearie, won’t you?” she said. “I feel sure it will be a little Christ baby.” “Have you thanked Miss Lessing for a pleasant evening?” asked Mr. Singleton, turning to Mr. Halliday.
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