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Earles closed the piano with a little bang. I can’t love you. ” The men at the reporter’s table lifted their eyebrows, smiled faintly, and leaned back to watch how she took her scolding. “Hello? She’s like, your girlfriend, not mine. You will obey me out of common decency. She thought of all sorts of odd and desperate expedients, and with passionate petulance rejected them all. “I wonder,” she murmured to herself, “if this is the beginning. ‘You had better kill me, mademoiselle, because otherwise I shall end by strangling you. ‘Her purpose, if you will believe me, is to get herself a dowry so that she may marry an Englishman. Gashes on his arms were already beginning to heal and disappear. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper.
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