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"
But
I
like
him
,
"
she
said
.
"
Tell
him
it
’
s
for
love
.
"
When
I
translated
this
,
Strickland
shrugged
his
shoulders
impatiently
.
"
Tell
her
to
go
to
hell
,
"
he
said
.
His
manner
made
his
answer
quite
plain
,
and
the
girl
threw
back
her
head
with
a
sudden
gesture
.
Perhaps
she
reddened
under
her
paint
.
She
rose
to
her
feet
.
"
Monsieur
n
’
est
pas
poli
,
"
she
said
.
She
walked
out
of
the
inn
.
I
was
slightly
vexed
.
"
There
wasn
’
t
any
need
to
insult
her
that
I
can
see
,
"
I
said
.
"
After
all
,
it
was
rather
a
compliment
she
was
paying
you
.
"
"
That
sort
of
thing
makes
me
sick
,
"
he
said
roughly
.
I
looked
at
him
curiously
.
There
was
a
real
distaste
in
his
face
,
and
yet
it
was
the
face
of
a
coarse
and
sensual
man
.
I
suppose
the
girl
had
been
attracted
by
a
certain
brutality
in
it
.
"
I
could
have
got
all
the
women
I
wanted
in
London
.
I
didn
’
t
come
here
for
that
.
"
