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Larry Beck did his best to the flares of her temper from rising. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. “I don’t think I’ve ever eaten that much in my entire life, Lucy, and that’s saying something. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea.
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