“I’m going for a long tramp, auntie,” she said. Senior year started with a whimper. "What?… Oh!… Well, good Lord!" He wrenched loose his head and stood up,
sending the chair clattering to the floor. ‘Monsieur, my wife intended not to anger you,’ he said in a tone of apology. It was the moment for smiles. "Devilish strange!" thought he, chuckling to himself; "queer business! Capital
trick of the cull in the cloak to make another person's brat stand the brunt for his
own—capital! ha! ha! Won't do, though. We will go to Ostend by the early morning boat and choose a hiding
place from there. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and
an idiot.
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