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” She shook her head deliberately, hopelessly. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. “I want a vote for myself,” she said. And then they disgorged. Mild, you know, and boon. “I’m so glad you’re here, Peter,” she said. "Shpeak up, vill you?" cried Abraham, rapping his knuckles against the hatch.
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