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Leopold Pate |
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gleaming dejectedly |
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Wed, 2 Aug 2006 16:39:32 +0900 |
Il a le tempérament dun artiste:dun homme de génie. Oh, Frank, for Gods sake
get in the car; youre making a damnedfool of yourself!
Dont forget that I served threeyears training in a hospital once. The quarrel
in the night-club and itsconsequences seemed fantastic, incredible, like a
nightmare. Starwick flushed deeply, and looking at her, said, quietly,gravely:
Im sorry, Ann.
His voice trailed off feebly, and hesank down into a chair, sobbing drunkenly.
Suddenly she laughedher short and angry laugh and turned away toward Elinor,
saying:God! You know youre not going onwith this farce!
Il vous offre ses apologies les plus profondes. I dont know whether to walk out
of here or CRAWL!
You are VERY kind, and VERY generous, and altogether a VERYgrand person.
Ah, he said, with an arching glance atStarwick, mais Monsieur est sage .
What does it matter about that wretched little man? Did you ever hear of such
an INSANE thing inall your life?
Oh, Frank, quit talking like a drunken idiot!
His face reddened a little from her ridicule, but he answered, in acold
impassive tone:Quite!
Your friend Monsieur Porthos has arrived
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