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I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason. The young fellow was almost as odd in his way as the girl was in hers. My goodness gracious. Certain phases of irony always caused him to chuckle audibly. “Well anyhow—I don’t see the force of your objection, you know. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. ‘Oh, peste, you make me late!’ She glared up at Roding. She forbade him to escape to his workshop in the basement during those times, denying him his one and only hobby. He ran back to his car, glancing only once at the man in the car. Her teeth were chattering so hard that she had to clench them for fear of biting off her own tongue. Section 3. It was about—a question of what I might do or might not do.
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