"To those who, like me, have never been able to get out of the dark and dreary paths of life, the grave is indeed a refuge, and the sooner they reach it the better. Give me your name, girl!’ ‘Again?’ Mademoiselle rolled her eyes. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. ” “Because your nerves were exposed, that was no excuse for my touching them. Probably he has something to say and can't say it, or he writes well about nothing. So he decided to stay. And my word's law—with you, at least," she added, bestowing a cutting glance upon her husband. The months that followed September spiraled downward.
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