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"At what time is my meeting? " thought Mr. Lavender vaguely, gazing at the light filtering through the Venetian blind. "Blink!"
His dog, who was lying beside his bed gnawing a bone which with some presence of mind she had brought in, raised herself and regarded him with the innocence of her species. "She has an air of divine madness," thought Mr. Lavender, "which is very pleasing to me. I have a terrible headache. " And seeing a bellrope near his hand he pulled it.