"Mr. I done just what you asked. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. And how could I come home—when he locks me in rooms and all that?” “I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. She asked the inevitable question, the one she knew Michelle was waiting to field like a quarterback anticipating the pass. He wisely refrained from questioning the manager of the Victoria. ‘Parbleu,’ came indignantly from the lady.
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