’ ‘Eh bien, what then?’ Emile sidled closer. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. Submission to the inevitable carried her through the circumstances of her appearance before the magistrate. Wood will protect you," urged Mrs. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal.
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