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Zuleika Dobson; Or, An Oxford Love Story
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Sir Max Beerbohm
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“Stop!”
she
said
suddenly.
“I
have
a
much
better
idea.
Go
down
very
early
to
the
station.
See
the
station-master.
Order
me
a
special
train.
For
ten
o’clock,
say.”
Rising,
she
stretched
her
arms
above
her
head.
Her
lips
parted
in
a
yawn,
met
in
a
smile.
With
both
hands
she
pushed
back
her
hair
from
her
shoulders,
and
twisted
it
into
a
loose
knot.
Very
lightly
she
slipped
up
into
bed,
and
very
soon
she
was
asleep.
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