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Take your pick, Mrs. She flew up from her stool and faced the door. As he crossed the cellar, he passed so near to Jack who had concealed himself behind a piece of furniture that he almost touched him. His kind eyes were puffy with fatigue. His invalid wife and her money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. For a few minutes he kept them at bay. ’ ‘What son?’ asked Roding. ‘Oh, Marthe,’ she groaned, using in her accustomed way the French version of her nurse’s name, ‘that pig is going to monsieur le baron.
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