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‘Say then, Jacques, you have followed him?’ she demanded of the blackgarbed footman. The sound of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks. Consent to become my wife, and do not compel me to have recourse to violence to effect my purpose, and I will spare your son. You have been going out every morning, and coming home late—tired out—too tired to come down to dinner. “You cannot seriously believe,” he said, “that at the present moment I care a snap of the fingers whether I have any dinner or not. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it.
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