E. “I can only repeat what I said before,” she declared. ’ ‘Eh bien, what then?’ Emile sidled closer. " "There's a funny idea in my head. Work becomes distasteful; one thinks of holidays. ‘Come along. But, suppose I've no place to lock 'em up in, how then?" Quilt looked a little perplexed. She elected to go to prison. 'Slife! you are wonderfully altered. So kind, so good to me always. ” She said dryly.
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