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Brown Corpus
A fire had just been lighted, he saw, and things had been set out for drinks, and, like any stray, his response to these comforts was instantaneous.
Where was Mr. Flannagan, he wondered.
Travelling home on a late train??
Changing his clothes upstairs??
Taking a shower??
At the end of the room there was a desk heaped with papers, and she began to riffle these, making sighs and and noises of girlish exasperation.
`` I am terribly sorry to keep you waiting '', she said, `` but won't you make yourself a little drink while you wait??
Everything's on the table ''.
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