He lifted her from the floor. Upon leaning back, he commented, “You look so sad. He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. What our dear mother would say back home I dread to think. The tiles lay a foot thick in the road. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. A. “I don’t know. “He is not—I don’t like him.
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