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Vladimir Nabokov. LA VENEZIANA
it," he pondered, puffing on his pipe. "Listen, Frank," he said, taking the plunge—and the wet gravel crunched more succulently under his soles—"it has come to my attention, it doesn't matter how, or, to put it more simply, I have noticed... Dammit*
Frank, what I mean is, what kind of relations do you have with McGore's wife?"
Frank replied quietly and coolly, "I'd rather not discuss that with you, Father," meanwhile thinking angrily to himself: what a scoundrel—he did rat on me!
"Obviously I cannot demand—" began the Colonel, and stopped short. At tennis, after the first bad shot, he still managed to control himself.
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