‘But we—mon mari and myself—we have the bonne chance. She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground. It was at his side below the breast, hidden by the dark colour of his close-fitting jacket. “It is a pity that as nations we are not more friendly. One could go to him and tell him one loved him. “Where should we go?” Knowing that they would be dogged wherever they went, she volunteered, “Let’s go to the Big Apple. ” “May I put you in a hansom?” he asked, lifting his stick.
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