Now I ain’t saying as how that there Pottiswick—’ ‘How you talk,’ interrupted Melusine impatiently. Whilst she was wondering how to frame her request for an advance, Mr. Mr. He shook his head all the time. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. She told her husband that she wished her nothing more than her own death.
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