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” She whispered. Forthwith he presented his card. ” “It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship between you and me. Women are hypocrites to the last—true only to themselves. And then her pace slackened. You get the idea. I had left Paris. She spotted her opportunity. Here, it might be anything at all. Hadn’t the stomach to admit the truth, had he? I’ll lay any money he labelled you with some foul French name as well. “Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes.
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