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“I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. The door was opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him. I want to be a human being; I want to learn about things and know about things, and not to be protected as something too precious for life, cooped up in one narrow little corner. Had she expected to wed Valade herself? Had the fellow broken a vow of betrothal, or abandoned her? He must find out more. In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully. You give her a daub here and there where the rust shows. How old are you?’ ‘I have nineteen years, and it is quite unimportant. With her foodle doo! "I've a toast to propose," cried Sheppard, filling a bumper. And, without another word, he seized the table with both hands, and upset it; scattering plates, dishes, bottles, jugs, and glasses far and wide.
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