“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed, pervert?” “Yes sir. “Homely?” “Well, yeah, that’s what he said. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. This lady was singularly lucky in her matrimonial connections. “Now isn’t this nice!” that lady exclaimed. So let me assure you now that we are not accusing you of a crime. ‘Peste,’ she wailed, as Emile dropped to the floor, ducking down. I feel years younger, a man again. His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly selfish.
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