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This Arthur Miles Chandon--he's not a friend of yours by any chance ?" "He's a--sort of connection," said Tilda.

"You know 'im, p'r'aps ?" "Dear me, no!" "Oh,"-- the child, without intending it, achieved a fine irony-- "I thought you seemed interested.

Well, so long! and thank you again-- there's a tram stoppin' at the corner! Come along, 'Dolph!" She was not--she had said it truthfully--by any means in trouble just yet.