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27554	Leverson, Ada	The Twelfth Hour			.txt	text/plain	61186	5970	92	Savile looked at her with a pitying smile and said slowly-person, dear," said Felicity, trying not to laugh. Savile, after a glance at Aunt William, gave a short laugh, and said, "Of course," said Woodville, trying to look intelligently sympathetic, "Of course, I know this sort of thing is great rot," he said He looks like a night porter," said Savile. "Sort of thing you _would_ say to yourself," said Woodville a little "I didn't know you'd got a motor, Bertie," said Woodville. "Miss Crofton doesn't care about that sort of thing," said Woodville. those Sylvia doesn't sing," said Savile, looking straight at him. "Yes. Now, there _is_ an unusual man, if you like!" said Felicity. Felicity looked up and said, "Oh, Savile, you're just the person I I think she looks very happy," said Felicity. "I should like to know," said Felicity, giving herself away as the most	./cache/27554.txt	./txt/27554.txt