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’ ‘For shame, Hilary,’ admonished his fiancée, casting a pitying glance at the refugees. Doctor Ralph came in to tea and put his arm round Alice and kissed her, and Alice called him “Squiggles,” and stood in the shelter of his arms for a moment with an expression of satisfied proprietorship. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. She reminded him sometimes of the one holy and ineffable Madonna, at others of Berode, the great courtezan of her day, who had sent kings away from her doors, and had just announced her intention of ending her life in a convent.
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