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The old gentley eyebrows, protruded his thick nether

lip, and tapped the arertips

"What have you been doing to her, Pontellier?"

"Doing! Parbleu!"

"Has she," asked the Doctor, with a s

of late with a circle of pseudo-intellectual wos? My wife has been telling me about them"

"That's the trouble," broke in Mr Pontellier, "she hasn't been

associating with any one She has abandoned her Tuesdays at ho about by herself,

in after dark I tell you she's

peculiar I don't like it; I feel a little worried over it"

This was a new aspect for the Doctor "Nothing hereditary?" he asked,

seriously "Nothing peculiar about her family antecedents, is there?"

"Oh, no, indeed! She coentleman, her father, I have heard, used to atone for his weekday

sins with his Sunday devotions I know for a fact, that his race horses

literally ran aith the prettiest bit of Kentucky fararet--she has all the

Presbyterianis of a vixen By

the way, she gets married in a couple of weeks fro," exclai a

happy solution "Let her stay aood"