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but at the same time is a little important acting.  Such as, "Imagine your husband living in the same building as I do, and yet we not getting in touch with each other,  Why I could have been a great help to him." [[strikethrough]] ? [[/strikethrough]] (could you? - says I)
Mr Fife is a great deal like Elliot Turnbull - in everything except build.  Where Elliot is tall Mr Fife is quite a pee wee etc.  Anyway, it seems queer that I should have dreamed of Elliot several times lately, and then to meet his compliment.  We became quite friendly and talkative in a short while, and after Miss Lester & Mr Owrey left - she having asked him to take her home - we stayed and talked about this and that. He is at present working on pink bole eradication (? terminology)
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This is Friday, but I declare I dont know what I did with the day.  I didnt feel like making breakfast in the morning so I went over to the club.  After breakfast I had a

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little chat with Miss Lester.  She is queer in a number of ways, but quite likeable in others.  She acts entirely different when men, whom she is impressing, are around [[strikethrough]] , [[/strikethrough]] from how she acts when with a woman alone.  She undoubtedly is trying to "make a killing."  Unfortunately this is also obvious to many of the men.  Mr Fife amused himself a great deal over this.
This evening Mr Fife came into the dining room after I had already started, and with little or no ado asked if he night join me.  Naturally I didnt mind.  A little later Mr Owrey came in and joined us - Miss L. acting all the while like a lifted eyebrow.  When she walked over to our table we asked her if she would join the party - to which she replied that it was against the rules.  We all knew this to be a slight deviation from the truth as we had even seen her eat dinner with lone (prefered) gentlemen.  Later on