[H]e did not fail to be extremely disconcerted at his first entrance into a scene of life to which he was totally a stranger. Not but that he met with abundance of people in the country […].
Each of them, having taken a second helping of vegetables, leaned back to digest. Henri the unijambist was still asleep. The blond tossed some pebbles into the water. Jeanne-Marie came nearer the hearth, unglued the mildewed pages of a magazine, then leafed through the pretty people and practical advice for laundering in low temperatures.
Yes, yes, 'tis he. I will assure you Uncle, the very he, the he your Wisdom plaid withal, I thank you for't, neighed at his Nakedness, and made his Cold and Poverty your Pastime; […]
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