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‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. ” “Certainly! The thing which appeals to our sense of humour is the fact that you and la petite Pellissier were dining together. Could she understand what she was talking about? Luckily it was a second-class carriage and the ordinary fellowtravellers were not there. “I know nothing about your wife. ” “Yes, but you forget; how am I to live?” “Easily. You are nothing of the sort. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further explanations. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. He was brooding over her, she could sense it, and the shadowy circles around his lovely dark eyes bespoke a terrible ongoing insomnia.
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