She was almost tempted to tell him, if only to see the cracks of surprise and incredulity break the immobility of his yellow countenance. She seemed to have recovered herself as he returned, but rose as if she would go back to the saloon. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. “Hello? She’s like, your girlfriend, not mine.
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