Seventeen hours, sixteen hours. We can be married tomorrow in Paris. He was a small, dark, reserved man, with a large inflexiblelooking convex forehead, and his wife was very pink and high-spirited, with one of those chins that pass insensibly into a full, strong neck. She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. I can't give you my hand; but you may take it.
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