‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. He ran back to his car, glancing only once at the man in the car. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. That is why I was so anxious to leave Paris. "But to the point," continued Wild, unconscious of the peril in which the remark had placed him,—"to the point. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. ‘Dead then, is he?’ ‘If I could say that he is dead, it would give me very much satisfaction.
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