He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. ‘Monsieur, my wife intended not to anger you,’ he said in a tone of apology. ‘The fact of it is,’ I said, ‘I’m the new playwright, Thomas More.
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