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cried Evylyn and kissed her , but before she left the room she levelled another frown at Hilda . Careless ! Servants all that way nowadays . If she could get a good Irishwoman -- but you could n't any more -- and these Swedes -- At five o'clock Harold arrived and , coming up to her room , threatened in a suspiciously jovial tone to kiss her thirty-five times for her birthday . Evylyn resisted . `` You 've been drinking , '' she said shortly , and then added qualitatively , `` a little . You know I loathe the smell of it . ''