‘You had better kill me, mademoiselle, because otherwise I shall end by strangling you. There was nothing on her face to hint of the misery that brimmed her heart this morning. But Gosse began to drag her towards the door. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile. "Who are you?" inquired Mrs. ’ ‘I also said, if you remember, that I could not promise not to do so. Thames returned no answer. Men in this part of the world drink to forget the things they have lost.
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