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" "Don't be angry with me, Sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "pray don't. When he begins to notice things, I want you to trap his interest, to amuse him, keep his thoughts from reverting to his misfortunes. I do not even know his name. He’s a quiet person, and he says that quiet people should never become salesmen. To-night we leave for Marseilles. ” “It was an inspiration—your speaking to him?” “I felt impudent. ” Then a burst of applause. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. You cannot refuse me this. ‘It is not your affair. Her amusement fled and she stared at him, as a slow thump began beating at her breast.
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