Then he went back to his rooms and lit a cigar. “It isn’t a joke,” she said. And he would express various artistic sensibilities and aesthetic appreciations in carefully punctuated sentences and a large, clear voice. I felt I MUST do something anyhow, and up I came just as soon as I could to see you. Then she uttered a strangled, ‘Espéce de bête!’ and burst into tears. ‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. I must tell somebody—and you would understand. ” She shivered. 175 “Before you tell me the whole story,” she emphasized the penultimate word, “just let me do something for you. ‘It did not seem to me that it was so.
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