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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave He stood at the table facing Flora and blowing heavily on his tea and staring at her. Flora did not mind. It was quite interesting: like having tea with a rhinoceros. - Quote by Stella Gibbons

He stood at the table facing Flora and blowing heavily on his tea and staring at her. Flora did not mind. It was quite interesting: like having tea with a rhinoceros.

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Surely she had endured enough for one evening without having to listen to intelligent conversation?
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