“How will you live?” she appealed. ‘Ah, non,’ exclaimed the husband. “Yes,” she answered, looking away. ’ ‘That is what you think? Let us try!’ ‘Don’t be idiotic!’ She was backing from him, reaching through one of the slits she had carefully manufactured in her petticoat. It's mighty lonesome down there for a man bred to cities. Just what it means. ‘Be quiet, man,’ snapped Hilary, watching the Frenchman go by with the lad after him. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action. ” “Why in Heaven’s name should I forget?” he cried.
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