‘But we—mon mari and myself—we have the bonne chance. , and get some other man to live on as soon as possible. But that explains everything. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. She thought gleefully of the dress she would get to wear for the Ball (Prom?) and could not wait to tell her foster family about how excited she was. The house will be well rid of him, for a more idle, good-for-nothing reprobate never crossed its threshold.
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