Her eyebrows were lifted in expostulation. ‘Tchah! So you’re the whelp’s girl, are you? Suppose you’ve nothing but that villainous French in your tongue. “Dear husband,” she murmured. Any natural fineness would be numbed by drink. And look, again, at the women one finds letting lodgings. You don’t understand the fix I am in. Otherwise, every effort has been made to remain true to the author's words and intent.
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