Three weeks ago, M. Paul Desotrat, having prepared for bed and put on his embroidered nightshirt, surprised his wife Leontine by placing a large, loaded revolver beneath his pillow.
"Ca c'est pour les cambrioleurs, for burglars," announced M. Desotrat. "I intend that our home shall be protected."
"Large beast," sniffed Mme Leontine. "Are you an American that you can waste money on things like that? It is dangerous, nothing will persuade me to touch it."
M. Paul shook his finger in her face. "I consider your attitude childish, Leontine....
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