There was a flash and a loud report. ‘Get you invited to a party where the French émigrés will be present? Nothing easier, dear boy. Whenever she came upon the obliterated word and paused, her father would say: "Faith. Montressor’s guests were. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. Was he pleased?” “Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?” “Not a bit. “Then let me be the judge of what is best,” she answered.
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