. . I even offered him back the half interest he had sold to me. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. I’ve got too much work. White, I am not sure that I could afford to come to you. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave.
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