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"Madame Pontellier not well," marveled the Doctor "Why, I saw her--I

think it was a week ago--walking along Canal Street, the picture of

health, it seemed to me"

"Yes, yes; she see forward

and whirling his stick between his two hands; "but she doesn't act well

She's odd, she's not like herself I can't ht

perhaps you'd help me"

"How does she act?" inquired the Doctor

"Well, it isn't easy to explain," said Mr Pontellier, throwing hio to the dickens"

"Well, well; woot to

consider--"

"I know that; I told you I couldn't explain Her whole attitude--toward

ed You know I have a quick

temper, but I don't want to quarrel or be rude to a woman, especially my

wife; yet I'm driven to it, and feel like ten thousand devils after I've

it devilishly uncoot sohts of wo at the breakfast table"