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Lord
Charles
Tamerley
was
the
oldest
and
the
most
constant
of
Julia
’
s
admirers
,
and
when
he
passed
a
florist
’
s
he
was
very
apt
to
drop
in
and
order
some
roses
for
her
.
"
Here
’
s
the
card
,
"
said
Evie
.
Julia
looked
at
it
.
Mr
.
Thomas
Fennell
.
Tavistock
Square
.
"
What
a
place
to
live
.
Who
the
hell
d
’
you
suppose
he
is
,
Evie
?
"
"
Some
feller
knocked
all
of
a
heap
by
your
fatal
beauty
,
I
expect
.
"
"
They
must
have
cost
all
of
a
pound
.
Tavistock
Square
doesn
’
t
look
very
prosperous
to
me
.
For
all
you
know
he
may
have
gone
without
his
dinner
for
a
week
to
buy
them
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
.
"
Julia
plastered
her
face
with
grease
paint
.
"
You
’
re
so
damned
unromantic
,
Evie
.
Just
because
I
’
m
not
a
chorus
girl
you
can
’
t
understand
why
anyone
should
send
me
flowers
.
And
God
knows
,
I
’
ve
got
better
legs
than
most
of
them
.
"
