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“How’s Mrs. They are our food, Lucia, nothing more. Pretend to weep both of you as loudly as you can. She fought a compulsive urge to yank his shirt free. I must apologize, I suppose, for speaking to you, but your appearance certainly indicated that you were in some sort of trouble, and you were becoming—pardon me—an object of comment to the passers-by. On the contrary, I am altogether satisfied.
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