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“She doesn’t know. ‘And then you will be obliged to remain in France,’ she pointed out. Then she examined with curiosity some knick-knacks upon a small round table by her side. She munched her bland Whopper as he wolfed three in a row, stuffing his mouth with half a dozen French fries at a time. We just hit against each other, and here we are flying off at a tangent, a little surprised at what we are doing, all our principles abandoned, and tremendously and quite unreasonably proud of ourselves. Seems you were right about Valade. Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I am, you see.
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