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Flossie caught sight of the clock and jumped up. “Who was it said that woman would be the last thing man would civilize?” she asked. “I expect that was it,” Joan confessed. “It interferes with our reason at times.”!
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She made her “good-night” extra affectionate, hoping to disguise her impatience. She wanted to get up to her own room. Once, someone who must have known the place and had descended the steps softly, sat there among them and talked with them. Joan could not remember seeing him enter. Perhaps unknowing, she had fallen to sleep for a few minutes. Madame Lelanne was seated by the stove, her great coarse hands upon her knees, her patient, dull, slow-moving eyes fixed upon the speaker’s face. Dubos was half standing, half resting against the table, his arms folded upon his breast. The wounded men had raised themselves upon the straw and were listening. Some leant upon their elbows, some sat with their hands clasped round their knees, and one, with head bent down, remained with his face hidden in his hands.
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“There is an old Hindoo proverb,” he said: “That when a man and woman love they dig a fountain down to God.” “I was going to buy you a present,” he grumbled. “But you wouldn’t let me get up.” She had gone on. She heard the closing of the door behind her, and the next moment the cab passed her.
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