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Did Mr.
Curtis kill poor Mr.Hunter?
If not, why should he tie that Frenchman?
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And wouldn't he t-tie twenty Frenchmen if he w-wanted to m-marry you!" Hermione stooped and fondled the girl's shoulders, for Marcelle had collapsed to her knees on the hearth-rug while her mistress was using the telephone.
"You have been my very good friend, Marcelle," she said, and the misery in her voice subjugated the maid's louder grief.