"Where is he?" asked she, in an agitated whisper. ’ ‘A pox on the creature,’ swore Mrs Sindlesham, clenching and unclenching her stiff fingers. Or, better still, put all my clothes in the trunk. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. You know the sort of thing.
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