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‘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. Put out your hand and bid me God-speed. ” She replied. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. For it was but logical that she would seek a divorce on the ground that she had unknowingly married a fugitive from justice. The man himself was not a pleasant object.
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