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‘It’s immaterial, in any event,’ Roding put in. ‘It does not seem to
me that you can be an emissary for that pig. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing
and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly
together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life,
of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine;
of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are
splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite
within my means. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake,” she said. "Sign this," he said, pushing the document towards Sir Rowland. Not so Gosse. I’m not a psycho.
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