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When Gian told me that, you know, she was very sad! Of course I understood what was going on in Gian’s heart. Through that voice, I know that Gian wants to pass me on to give you the last message from Gian’s heart, still cherishing the beautiful, earnest memories of a time, even though the person who brought that heart is about to board the flower carriage. Every time it comes to you, Clâyton appears confused and uncomfortable. I DON’T GET PAID ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH THIS BULLSHIT MUG. However, Clayton still asks anxiously about you and seems to care about your life. I wish he knew the full truth about you. There was a man named Tenanton who visited Clayton. The two are longtime friends. Teninton is planning to take a sailing boat trip so he is looking for sailors and collaborators. He also wants me to attend. The boat will swim around Africa. I told him that expensive game would one time take you to the bottom of the ocean. It must be remembered that sailing boats are not ships or ships. The day before yesterday, I was back in Paris and yesterday at a racecourse I met and talked with the Countess of the Countess.
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The earl is very fond of friends and has almost completely forgotten the old story. Both of them ask about you. Onga is getting more and more beautiful and seems just a little reserved, just a little conservative. I think getting to know you with Onga has become a beautiful memory in her entire life. It was a blessing and a blessing for both her and the earl. If you really love Onga, perhaps things will not end well for all three. Onga asked me to let you know that Roop had left France. She gave him 20,000 francs, on the condition that he left and was not allowed to return. She is very happy to get rid of him, before he takes a poisonous oath of trying to kill you. She looks horrified at the thought of her brother’s hand stained with your friend’s blood. The reason is that she loves you. Do you know? She does not hide her feelings even when having a husband in front of her. She still believes that the meeting between you and Nicolai will end with the death of one of them. The earl immediately agreed with his wife’s statement, but said that in order to kill you, there must be a regiment of men like Roop. The Count admires your courage.
I was called back to the unit. In about two or three days my unit will be anchored to leave Ruth Havre. Where to go, now do not know. If you write to me, please include the ship’s address directly. I believe that your letters will reach my hands. Write me back! Your Poldodor. I’m afraid that Onga has wasted 20,000 francs. Duong thought. Author reread the letter of Lieutenant Evil, describing his conversation with Gian Potơ -va. I DON’T GET PAID ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH THIS BULLSHIT MUG.He felt unsatisfied, but nonetheless it was a paragraph that was more meaningful than anything else. A few weeks were tedious and monotonous. Occasionally Tacrang saw the mysterious Arab man who once had a conversation with Lieutenant Gionoa. He noticed the foreign dormitory. But all his visits to that area were ineffective. Gionoa, a discreet person, who did not like wide contact, was somewhat reserved with Tacchang, especially since the incident happened to look at each other at the restaurant in the hotel. If John and John had quarreled a few times, Jonah would probably be alert. Tacoma often hunts in the area around Bu Sađi. All day he wandered in the hills to catch the antelope. However, he rarely came close to that mesmerizing beauty.
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He loves to let them run, not chase. He never considered shooting and killing weak, harmless wild animals a pastime. He liked open, honorable battles in which he ultimately won the joy of winning. Such life-and-death battles are like the times when he was on his way to eat because of hunger. In the hunt for wild beasts, he is proud of his courage, intelligence, and agility. And now, he left the city into the woods while still full. So he considers shooting and killing innocent black-eyed antelopes a cruel act, just like killing. He often hunted alone, not letting anyone find out that he was just pretending to hunt. But one day, perhaps because he did not have a guide, he almost lost his life. That day when he was going through a very narrow rocky slot, suddenly behind him a loud explosion rang out. The bullet hit the sand hat he was wearing on his head. Even though he had immediately nudged his horse to turn away and quickly out of the ravine, he could still find no trace of the shooter. Even on the road to Bu Sađi, there was not a single person.
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