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ToC Nearly nine years after the events last recorded, and about the middle of May, 1724, a young man of remarkably prepossessing appearance took his way, one afternoon, along Wych Street; and, from the curiosity with which he regarded the houses on the left of the road, seemed to be in search of some particular habitation. “Listen, Annabel,” he said hoarsely. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. ‘Yes, dear Nan, a flirtation. "Don't fire," cried the latter. He kissed her fingers and grinned. “You do not even know what you are talking about. This was the worst summer that I ever had in my life, Europe and all, and I can’t tell you how many times I drove by that Violin Camp hoping to catch a look at you, praying that there wasn’t some horny violin guy waiting to ask you out.
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