The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. ‘Oh, peste,’ she cried out in distressed tones. Tell me. For a long time he stared at the empty doorway. “You know,” he muttered, “you know quite well that your troubles are far more likely to weigh upon me than my own. “John. ” “I suppose people would say that it is a matter of temperament,” she continued.
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