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He was not surprised when at supper Carminow began to speak of her; it seemed as though it would not be possible to sit so near to himself and not feel the trend of his thoughts.

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"Look here, you two fellows!" said Carminow; then, "You see for yourselves that Miss Grey is a perfect lady ...."

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Down in the sitting-room when Carminow entered it again there was a moment or two of silence.

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"Yes, that's just it," agreed Carminow gratefully.

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He walked along, looking for the number Carminow had mentioned, found he had passed it, and turned back to see it was the house one door further down than that at which he had first stopped.

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The story had lived against Carminow, and when in doubt about any course of action he was always advised to "have it opened."

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Into the sitting-room he ushered his guests, and they knocked helplessly up against sharp angles while Carminow pawed and patted round the room for matches, obstinately refusing the offers of their boxes because he said he was trying to train his landlady to keep his in the same place.

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The young man was none other than Carminow, grown very tall and melancholy-looking, with an extravagantly high collar, much swathed with a voluminous black silk cravat and a fancy waistcoat.

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"I'll find out if she'd like to see you and Ruan when next I go if you like, but it's painful, because she can only get her words out in jerks," said Carminow.

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"Oh, I don't say it's possible at pwesent," replied Carminow placidly,

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