‘It will suit me very well that you go away, because you are a person without sense and I do not wish to talk to you. " "Nothing," echoed Wood furiously. She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. “Go on!” “You know—in Paris they coupled my name with some one’s—an Englishman’s. Thwart me, and I become your mortal enemy. "You know not what you do. But not once in these ten years had they borne blossom or fruit. As they're so fond of each other's society they shan't part company even on that occasion, but shall swing from the same tree. EPOCH THE FIRST, 1703.
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