"I can escape to France. ” He seemed bored. Again the chalky pallor spread even to her lips, her eyes became lit with the old terror. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. "I didn't carry you off from old Wood to kill you, but to wed you. It would surely be only common politeness to drop her a hint—a fellow countrywoman too. "Still," went on the manager, "they are slaves in a sense; they are bought and sold until their original indebtedness is paid. ‘Oh, peste.
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