Chapter

1     III|     Madam Dormandy, you are fond of sweets. Permit me to[
2    VIII|  rose-coloured glass that a fond father holds before his
3      XV| with disapproval. It was my fond hope to give my wife a glimpse
4  XXVIII|  and carry his picture in a fond embrace down to the grave.
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