“What a gloomy person you are!” she murmured. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. I was engaged to dine with your sister and her husband, and I sent a wire. Certainly I would not murder monsieur le major, even that he has made a threat to beat me. Especially when they wear cologne. What matters it? My servant, he is wounded—and by a Frenchman, if you wish to make an arrest. With a gesture which was without any kind of emotional expression, the manager indicated the silent crumpled figure on the floor and gave the room number.
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