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Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being. Wanton!… This, then, was what her father had meant. My father was Colonel Pellissier. She hit the villain with it. ‘I take it that you like this great-niece of mine?’ ‘One cannot help but do so. For ten years I've been trying to go home, but my conscience will not permit me, I hate the Orient. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre.
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