The evenings were dulcet and soft. They seem to spend their time yawning and inspecting their neighbour’s dresses through those hateful glasses. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. Me, I prefer to forget that I have such a father.
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