‘You wish to tell me something? Parbleu, I have nearly forgot once more. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better.
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