The American Baron by James De Mille
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that!"
"See here, old boy, I swear you're too suspicious. Come now. You're going too far. If she chooses, she may trump up the same charge against you and the child-angel at Vesuvius. Come now, old boy, be just. You can afford to. Your wife may be a fiend in human form; and if you insist upon it, I've nothing to say. But this last notion of yours is nothing but the most wretched absurdity. It's worse. It's lunacy." "Well, well," said Dacres, in a milder tone; "perhaps she didn't contrive it. But then, you know," he added, "it's just as good for her. She gets the Italian. Ha, ha, ha!" His laugh was forced, feverish, and unnatural. Hawbury didn't like it, and tried to change the subject. "Oh, by-the-way," said he, "you needn't have any further trouble about any of them. You don't seem inclined to take any definite action, so the action will be taken for you." "What do you mean?" "I mean that they are all going to leave Naples." "To leave Naples!" Dacres uttered this in a voice of grief and surprise which astonished Hawbury and touched him. |
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