You have spoken her name, I think, Marthe. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. So long as a man behaves himself, I can't refuse him liquor.
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