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"There is no doubt about it," Mr. Luke remarked the next morning at breakfast time, "that we boarders at Palace Crescent are a quaint lot of people."
Reginald Barstowe, who had just skilfully dissected and disposed of a kippered herring, pushed his plate away, helped himself to marmalade and moved his chair a little farther up the table. It was very seldom that Mr. Luke offered general remarks.