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“Miss Pellissier,” he said, “I don’t understand this change in you. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care. However, I daresay that we shall come across one another before long. And now let's go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester. " "I'm a doctor. " "You can give me a little of his history, can't you? Something about his people?" "Oh, his folks were all right. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. But here the resemblance stopped. "It's very well you haven't crushed the poor little thing to death with this confounded clothes'-bag.
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