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"You coward!" said Richard, almost filling the room with his sturdy figure.
"I did my duty at dinner!" cried Clarissa.
"You've let yourself in for the Greek alphabet, anyhow." "Oh, my dear! Who _is_ Ambrose ?" "I gather that he was a Cambridge don; lives in London now, and edits classics." "Did you ever see such a set of cranks?
The woman asked me if I thought her husband looked like a gentleman!" "It was hard to keep the ball rolling at dinner, certainly," said Richard.

"Why is it that the women, in that class, are so much queerer than the men ?" "They're not half bad-looking, really--only--they're so odd!" They both laughed, thinking of the same things, so that there was no need to compare their impressions.
"I see I shall have quite a lot to say to Vinrace," said Richard.

"He knows Sutton and all that set.

He can tell me a good deal about the conditions of ship-building in the North." "Oh, I'm glad.