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He continued thoughtfully. “Those were good. What ho! lights! lights!" And, shouting as he went, he flung himself down stairs. His face fell. ’ Abruptly, the niggling doubt that had been plaguing Lord Charvill came sweeping to the surface. “Our interest lies in heading them off. “Looooo-ceeeeee!!” He yelled, sounding like Desi Arnaz. She sat on the edge of the bed overwhelmed, the roses cradled in her arms. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. ‘I take it that you like this great-niece of mine?’ ‘One cannot help but do so.
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