’ ‘Please forgive, milor’, but my wife, and even I myself, have yet very much trouble with English. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. He was not a sailor. Like the parrot, she could memorize the lines, but she could not understand them. It presented itself in the likeness of a great, gray, dull world—a brutal, superstitious, confused, and wrong-headed world, that hurt people and limited people unaccountably. Just let him down easy, Lucy. It's too hard.
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