“Never mind, old chap,” he declared. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. During the narration Jack's features lighted up, and an expression, which would have been in vain looked for in repose, was instantly caught and depicted by the skilful artist.
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