His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. “I MUST speak to you,” he said. I’m behaving shockingly, I know. ‘Sapristi. “If you say so, my pet. “And we will sail that splendor wide, From day to day together, From isle to isle of happiness Through year’s of God’s own weather.
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