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I don’t quite know why. He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. I won’t tolerate any foreign tongue in this house, least of all that confounded French. The door opened. I don’t want to hear you. At length he proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of music. , or that she had a care in the world. “Wow.
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