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THE LARK
"Oh, he came; and he's taken the top tower bedroom. He b not bad either—tall, thin, middle-aged. Nice face, and a nice voice if he'd use it. Blue glasses. He's got references too. Upper Tooting. We can go there, you know."
"And what's he paying?"
"Oh, three guineas, the same as the others."
"For that horrid, poky little room!"
"Oh, well, we can't make these distinctions. He seemed quite satisfied. And if he's no other good, he'll do for a chaperone."
"Drop it," said Jane.
