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"Please, Clarence, do throw away that cigarette and answer me; you have been puffing, puffing all the time. I have finished mine long agosee!" And the speaker, Rose Jenkins, flips away the tiny end of the exhausted cigarette.
Clarence, who is languidly reclining in a hammock, which is hung in a shady nook in a corner of the vast grounds which surround her father's mansion home, does not answer, but watches dreamily the blue smoke as it curls upwards amongst the branches of the old gum tree in which the hammock is hung.