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His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. Do not imagine that I cannot do so, as well as I can this Gérard. “You would believe that life is kindled by the passions alone. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with some man?” “What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad as to go off alone?” “After—after what had happened the night before?” “Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and there, sure enough, was yours. ‘More important is that you help me instantly, as even your capitaine would command. Profoundly.
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