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On a small shelf near the foot of the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "Rosa Solis. ” “I suppose so. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. I’m not a lovesick boy. Both, perhaps?’ At that, her eyes darkened with fury. “Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s dinner. “Thank you.
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