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Georgie had only just come down to breakfast and had not yet opened his _Times_, one morning at the end of this hectic week, when the telephone bell rang. Lucia had not been seen at all the day before and he had a distinct premonition, though he had not time to write it down, that this was she. It was: and her voice sounded very brisk and playful.
"Is that Georgino? " she said. "Zat oo, Georgie?"