Montressor’s guests were. The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a yellow-haired young person near the door. Can’t ask the gent to go abroad and condone a bigamy. There was scant social life on the Sha-mien aside from masculine foregatherings, little that interested him. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. Her softly intertwined fingers became rigid. Marvel held her handkerchief to her eyes, and appeared in great distress. He was a tall man and fair, with bluish eyes that were rather protuberant, and long white hands of which he made a display. It was John Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on.
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