’ ‘Then you will die at the hands of the canaille. “I like to think of your offer. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. It resembled Mardi Gras, and she thought disdainfully of New Orleans.
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