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?Neither can... 46 |
[Feb. 12th, 2010|03:45 am] |
?I simply can?t believe this, chap
?Neither can I, Henry
Jean Pierre Fontaine?s nurse sat at her dressing table in front of the mirror and adjusted her
tightly knotted blond hair under the black rain hatShe looked at her watch, recalling every word of
the most unusual telephone call she had received several hours ago from Argenteuil in France, from
the great man who made all things possible
?There is an American attorney who calls himself a judge staying near you
?I know of no such person, monseigneur
?He is there, neverthelessOur hero rightfully complains of his presence, and a call to his home
in the city of Boston confirms that it is he
?His presence here is not desirable, then??
?His presence there is abominable to meHe pretends to be in my debt?an enormous debt, an
event that could destroy him?yet his actions tell me that he?s ungrateful, that he intends to cancel
his debt by betraying me, and by betraying me he betrays youIn the past he?s been valuable to me, but the past is |
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