’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. “And somehow or other,” she added, after a long interval, “I must pay Mr. ’ ‘Do not make a game with me,’ she interrupted, gripping her underlip firmly between her teeth to stop the threatening laughter. I must see if I have a gown fit to wear. Her father intercepted her, and for a moment she and he struggled with their hands upon the latch. “Why will you not be sensible? Go back to your old life and your old friends, and forget all about Paris and this absurd delusion of yours. But, this sad affair disposed of, I will not rest till I have avenged my murdered parents. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. Don’t stand gawping, man. You go home and live on the G. But I wrapped it in that nun’s gear you give me. After feasting his eye upon this superb panorama, he was about to return, when he ascertained from a farmer that his nearest road to Willesden would be down a lane a little further on, to the right. You know—I worship you.
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