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tried to be sentimental. For the hundredth time
I admitted to myself that sentiment might do for
a post-chaise, but was impossible on a tricycle.—
And all the time J- kept telling me that if I
did not do my share of the work I should kill
him. Certainly seventy kilometres against the
wind were too much for Madame.
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tried to be sentimental. For the hundredth time
I admitted to myself that sentiment might do for
a post-chaise, but was impossible on a tricycle.—
And all the time J- kept telling me that if I
did not do my share of the work I should kill
him. Certainly seventy kilometres against the
wind were too much for Madame.
A