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  • th hi■m as his mistress?” Fortinbras patted th●e white-knuckled hand and smiled, as he looked ●up into her tense face. “Do you suppose, my

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    de●ar child, that I have been

  • the father■ confessor of half the Rive Gauch■e for twenty years without knowing something o●f the ways of the Rive Gauche?● without knowing

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    something, not e■xactly of inte

  • rnational, but say of multi-nat■ional codes of social observance, morality, h■onour, and so forth, and how they c●lash, correspond and intera

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    ct? I know the two i■nternation

  • al forces—yours and Camil■le Fargot’s, converging on the matr■imonial point—and with simple c●ertainty I tell you the resultant. It’s lik

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athematics.” ●She freed herself and sat down again deject●edly. Everything had happe

ned as Fortinbras de■clared. His only omission, to repair which s●he had not given him

time, was the● scene of flaming indignation ■incident to Camille Fargot’s dism●issa

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?said Corinna. “I mentioned ●the word ‘professional,’?” Fo■rtinbras remarked. Martin laughed and p■ut a ten-franc piece into the soft open palm.● “I’ll pay for both

,” said he■. “It’s like having your fortune told at ●a fair,” said Corinna. “But hurry up!” she g■lanced at her watch. “As it is, I shan?/p>

痶 h■ave time to pay

my bill. Will you see after i■t?” she drew from her bag one of the● borrowed notes and threw it across to Mar

tin●. “Well, I am all attention. I c■an give you thre

  • e minutes.” But just t■hen a familiar sound of scrunching whe

  • els c●ame through the open doors of the vest■ibule and dining-

  • room. She started. “That●’s the omnibus going.” “The omni

  • bus ●gone,” said Fortinbras. “I’ll● miss my train.” “Yo

  • u will,” sa■id Fortinbras. “My luggage has gone with■ it.”

  • “It has not,” said Fortinbras. “I ●gave instructions that

  • it should not be broug■ht down.” Corinna gasped. “Of all the

  • cool im■pertinence——!” She looked at ■her watch again. “A

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  • nd the beast■ly thing has started long before its ti●me!” “At my request,” said Fortinbras. ■“And now, as

  • there is no possibility of your● getting away from Brant?me for sever■al hours, perh

  • aps you might, wi●th profit, abandon your attitude of ind●ignation and lis

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ten to the voice ■of reason.” “By the way,” said Martin, “■have you had your peti

t déjeuner?” “No, 癖 said Corinna sullenly. “Good God!” cri●ed Fortinbras, ho

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urishment lit a cigarette a●nd sarcastically announced her rea●d

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