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‘You must think me a fool, mademoiselle. "You think our sex has no feeling, I suppose, Sir," cried Mrs. He could not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and brandishing a defiant pistol. ‘Monsieur, my wife intended not to anger you,’ he said in a tone of apology. “Look at our affair,” he went on, looking up at her. She sings better perhaps. Spurlock was by nature orderly, despite his literary activities. In the grate were some charred fragments of a marriage certificate.
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