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Portrait of Valentine Williams Valentine Williams The Man with the Clubfoot — Chapter 12 (1918)

I'm not crying! Karl is not a bad man, as German men go, and he's a gentleman, but his love affairs and his drunken parties and his attitude of mind towards me . . . it was so utterly different to everything I had been used to. Then you know, I left him. . . ."
"But, Monica," I exclaimed, "what are you doing here then?"
She sighed wearily.
"I'm a German by marriage, Des," she said, "you can't get away from that. My husband's country . . . my country . . . is at war and the wives must play their part, wherever their heart is. Karl never asked me to come back, I'll give him the credit for that.
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Portrait of Valentine Williams Valentine Williams The Man with the Clubfoot — Chapter 12 (1918)

Gerry waved the letters aside and burst into a regular screaming fit. He wouldn't have things done that way in the house; he wouldn't have unknown foreigners brought in, with the city thick with spies—especially people with an English accent—his nerves wouldn't stand it: Monica ought to know better, and so on and so forth. The long and the short of it was that I was ordered to produce my passport immediately. Monica was to ring up the embassy to ask them to stretch a point and see to it out of office hours, then Josef should take me round to the police.
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