The girl who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. If you knew anything about Canton ware, you were, as like as not, sorely tempted to stuff a teacup into your pocket. “To the young man himself,” he answered, “no! I simply object to his calling here two or three times a week during my absence. We dressed it in a little music. ‘Why, what have I said?’ ‘You said to me my name.
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