Sweet Woman
“I hate this Florence, where you have been so unhappy,” she
declared, as I was saying good-night to her. “I want to leave
immediately, tomorrow, you will be good enough to write a couple of
letters for me, and, while you are doing that, I will drive to the
city to pay my farewell visits. Is that satisfactory to you?”
“Of course, you dear, sweet, beautiful woman.”
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