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I suppose you two think that I am stupid." She paused as if expecting an answer but we made no sound and she continued with a remark.
"I have days like that.

Often one must listen to false protestations, empty words, strings of lies all day long, so that in the evening one is not fit for anything, not even for truth if it comes in one's way.

That idiot treated me to a piece of brazen sincerity which I couldn't stand.
First of all he began to take me into his confidence; he boasted of his great affairs, then started groaning about his overstrained life which left him no time for the amenities of existence, for beauty, or sentiment, or any sort of ease of heart.