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’ ‘Eh bien, what then?’ Emile sidled closer. “Aren’t we all just odds and ends of humanity —the left-overs, you know. Amongst them was a revolver. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. At the door to the kitchen, he called out, ‘Pottiswick!’ The old man came out, shoving his chin in the air and glaring. It had, as it were, blown up at the concussion of his first step. He had this thing for his twin daughters.
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