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THE FRIDAY NIGHT SHOW
The air was chill and the sky overcast and misting. "Seize this oar," vociferated the waterman. Wood in the deepest mourning. Fresh ground, no chicory, and all
the rest of it. This won’t do. The lady looked them over in silence, and then pouting lips trembled, dark
eyelashes fluttered, and in a broken voice, she pleaded, ‘Honoured messieurs,
you will not allow this—this pig, to be thus cruel? He cannot arrest me. Her scream shook the
windows of the sedan. You must dispose of the goldsmith's note I gave you yesterday, as
soon as you arrive at Rotterdam. She
longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her
wishes to be stupid.
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