Fortunately, to cheer her up, Hugo came to mind, and with a squeal she runs to the car, calls me to registrarse her, and we’re off to get Hugo, who was getting a check-up at the local kennel. One could never tell por looking at him whether o not these sudden reunions pleased him. His face would mask every emotion; like a great actor he kept tu guessing. At times—I had seen this reunion often—he would almost smile, but a stiff upper lip got in the way, leaving Hugo with nothing, absolutely nothing.
Hugo loves Marilyn, and she adores him. Beauty and the Beast—Hugo bore out this maxim perfectly....
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