Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 241 Prof Is Welcomed Back to Corvallis
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Friday, April 22, 2005 (Continued)
It was easier for me to check the kitchen for Prof than check his study, because the stairs arrive at the ground floor near the kitchen. Plus I should greet Vanessa anyway. The fact that I was overdue for a snack had not escaped my notice either. Also, I like kitchens. So I had lots of good reasons. I stuck my head in, and somewhat to my surprise, Prof was in there.
As part of the mutual greetings Vanessa asked, "How's your day been, Mark?"
"Very interesting so far."
Vanessa said, "Good. You can tell us about it over dinner."
"Umm, maybe not. It probably wouldn't be suitable dinner conversation in front of The Boys' girls." The two interesting things I'd been thinking of were the Gia and Dakota incidents. Probably best not to mention those, or all the girls who'd tried to pick me up today, and ESPECIALLY NOT the guys who'd tried to pick me up either (shudder). Which pretty much left me with nothing to talk about. Apparently it'd been a slow day, other than all the sex.
Soon Prof said, "I've got a piece of interesting news about your business idea. Can you spare five or ten minutes from the girl you have upstairs?"
"Easily, Julia just fired her from being a Liaison. Your daughter is merciless! I don't mean that as a criticism, because I understand why and agree, but she's still scary. I'm VERY glad she's on my side, that's for sure."
Vanessa said, "You are her side. Did you learn a good lesson from the girl, or did she just not work out?"
"I learned a lesson. The girl, Dakota, wanted a second date quickly and tried to manipulate me into it by crying. Largely put on, I suspect now. I totally fell for it, but when Julia came into the room, Julia saw through it in no time at all. Dakota did know I was busy so she was being selfish, and we'd caught her in another little lie too, so Julia fired her. If she doesn't leave under her own steam, Julia's threatened her with having The Boys carry her outside naked and dropping her on your front lawn. I imagine the fear of that will have her moving shortly."
Vanessa chuckled, adding, "So you won't fall for the crying trick again?"
"Umm, perhaps. Let's say I'll be more doubtful in the future. Dakota's crying seemed genuine, which worries me. The only reason I suspect it was fake was because it stopped so quickly when Julia started talking. Julia saw through her because of the facts of the situation, not because of her crying seeming false."
Vanessa said, "You won't be able to tell fake crying from real crying because they'll nearly always be real. Females can make the emotion at the base of their upset real, even if it's a pretend emotion. It's a consequence of our ability to empathize with other people. In her case, Dakota was empathizing with a version of herself that deserved another date with you and was being hurt by your not giving her one. Think of it as acting, where the actor intellectually knows she's acting, but truly does feel the emotion. For future reference, if a girl is crying at you because she wants you to do something that's better for her than you're prepared to do, then you should assume that she's probably manipulating you. That'll be true more often than not. I don't blame you for being fooled this time, but you should have seen through the facts if Julia could do so quickly. Were you very uncomfortable when she was crying?"
"I'll say! I HATED it."
"Yes. That's one of the reasons it works so well, guys stop thinking when a female cries. The 'Protective Instinct' kicks in. Guys feel an instinctual compulsion to make everything better."
"EXACTLY! That's exactly how I felt."
"That's how every guy feels, and every woman knows that. It's one of our best weapons. Dakota was foolish to use it around Julia though."
"Julia was in our study originally and only came into the bedroom after Dakota had been crying for a while. Maybe Dakota had forgotten about Julia, or maybe Dakota thought she'd be able to manipulate me before Julia got back, which would've been silly because I'd have to tell Julia I had another date with Dakota, which would've opened it all up. I don't think Dakota was very smart."
"Just as well she's fired then."
I was more comfortable with the Williamses now, so I confessed, "Yes and no. She had REALLY nice breasts."
I was a bit embarrassed saying it, but the two of them laughed away happily. Prof chipped in with, "Maybe I should hang around in case The Boys need any help carrying her out, haha."
Vanessa playfully slapped his shoulder, "Down boy! Why don't you take Mark to our study for your conversation. I should go upstairs and check on Dakota."
I spoke up, "Umm, can I grab a snack of something please. I'm quite hungry. Also, why do you need to check on Dakota? I didn't think she mattered anymore? Certainly Julia wasn't worried about cheering Dakota up. Julia was merciless."
Vanessa said, "There's plenty of snack makings in the fridge, or cookies. You don't need to ask, help yourself anytime. I'm not worried about Dakota because I'm sure Julia is doing whatever's appropriate. Julia got a good sense of values." I wasn't as sure of that, as Julia's brutality seemed excessive to me. In fact, it seemed excessive even compared to what I thought would have been excessive, if that makes sense. Vanessa continued, "I just want to make sure we don't have an angry, vengeful teenager running amok upstairs, wrecking the place."
Oh dear! I'd never thought of that. I felt bad bringing that risk into the Williams' house. And I thought of something else too, "I'd better come up with you. Julia did say she was going to have a shower, so Dakota will be alone."
"Don't worry about it, Mark. I doubt Julia left her alone, and the sight of you would probably make matters worse. I'm sure I can handle a single teenager. I get enough practice with roomfuls of them at work. She's not a 200lb weightlifter, is she?"
"Haha. No. I don't think you need worry about that. Are you sure? I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone with her."
"I feel comfortable. Make yourself a snack and go chat with Prof. I know you're in the kitchen for the next few minutes, so I'll call out if I have any problem. There's some lemon cake in that can over there." That was a dirty trick, as I really like lemon cake. Lemon anything actually. Vanessa headed upstairs. I let her go alone, as it was her call and I didn't expect Dakota to be violent. Plus there was lemon cake down here.
Prof said, "I'll get you a piece of cake; you check the fridge."
It was a good division of labor, after I'd said, "Make it a big piece please."
He talked while we made my snack, "About the business. We can talk generalities out here, but we'll save the details for when we get into my study. In general, I had an idea a few days ago about how to get a significant proportion of the money into your name. We want it in your name for a variety of reasons, mainly because that'd be fairer and so you'll learn all the lessons that result from being rich. Ideally all the money would be in your name, but because of where we earn it, it has to go into my name initially. I don't know whether you're aware or not, but if all the money is put in my name, and then I give it to you, then we have to pay Gift Tax on it, so it'd be taxed twice: when we first earn it, then when I give it to you. That's true even if I give it to you one second after I get it. The IRS takes about a third each time, so for every $100 gross, I have to send them $33, keeping $67. Then when I give that $67 to you, I have to send the IRS another third, call it $22, leaving you with $45. We'd end up with 45% of what we started with. In America, all gifts worth more than a few thousand are taxable. Great system, isn't it?"
"I don't understand tax, but to me that sounds unfair and wrong."
"Let's not worry about the morality; it's the law. As you get older, you'll see that laws can be immoral. They're written by humans, with all the vested interests, greed, biases, errors, lack of imagination, etc., that entails. Anyway, the problem that I'd been thinking about was how to get as much of the money as possible into your hands without the double taxation. I had an idea that I checked with my accountant. He confirmed that it's perfectly workable."
I had a plate nicely loaded now, so we walked toward Prof's study. I'd been listening carefully, in case Vanessa needed help, but had heard nothing. Just as we were leaving the kitchen I heard footsteps on the stairs, so I ducked back to look. Vanessa was coming down alone, saw me and said, "Everything's fine."
That's all I needed to know, so Prof and I resumed our little journey. In his study he continued. "I didn't give my accountant the details, but he said he didn't need them. It is perfectly fine for us to establish a business and create a foundation document that determines its profit split. We'd have no trouble with the IRS saying that even 75% of the profit goes to the inventor of the business's core idea, which is you. We're going to make your intellectual property - which is a fancy name for "idea" - worth 60% of the profit, for a reason I'll come to soon."
The reason didn't matter to me. I remembered that Prof said we'd try to win enough so that after taxes we'd have $5 million. 60% of $5 million was a number that I was EXTREMELY happy to have in my bank account.
Prof continued. "The remaining 40% will be split 20% in each of two categories: financing and labor. The financial contributors will share in 20% of the profits in proportion to their investment. The workers - that's mainly you and me - will share in the last 20% in proportion to our time input, which we'll call equal."
I said, "I'm not sure I followed that. Do you mean I get EVEN more than 60%?"
"Yes, because I haven't explained everything yet. I'll do that shortly. Be aware that this is all an accounting fiction. We're doing this only to keep the IRS, banks and other officialdom happy. Let me finish explaining using our example, and you'll understand better at the end. Okay?"
"Please."
"For every $100 of profit, you get allocated $60 for the value of what I'll call, 'The Idea'. We don't need to tell the IRS what the idea is, merely that there is one. In reality it's because you've got your TK ability, but we won't be telling the IRS about that! Then there's $20 of profit to allocate according to labor input. Let's assume you and I are going 50/50 on that, as we're both going to Vegas, so you get another $10, as do Vanessa and I collectively. Lastly there is another $20 to allocate to the financiers. If Vanessa and I put up all the money, as we originally discussed, then we'd get all $20, so the final split would be 70 to you, 30 to us. However, it appears that Vanessa and I aren't going to be putting up all the money, as your mother says you'll be settling with your school early next week. Felicity says the amount will be $45,000."
"Wow. That's wonderful! Carrying that cast around was a pain, but nowhere near a $45,000 pain. Awesome!"
"Your Mom won't accept the deal until she's talked to you about it, but she says she knows you'll approve."
"I'll say. More than approve!"
"That'll release the school for all liability over all the past assaults on you and the incident of the teacher threatening your grades. The slate is wiped clean. The $45,000 will be paid directly to you, not to your parents, so it'll be in your name. I talked to Felicity about what I'm talking to you about now, and she's making the payment being in your name part of the deal with the school. They don't care who they pay, just so long as they get lots of signatures on the release. What we're going to do is Vanessa and I are going to put in $50,000, you'll put in $45,000 and your parents another $5,000, making $100,000 in total. So you get the $60 per $100 credit for your 'idea', $10 for your half of the labor, plus 45% of the financiers $20, which is another $9. The final totals are $79 per $100 of profit for you, 5% of 20% for your parents, which is $1, and the balance of $20 for Vanessa and me. To put real number on that, if we win $7.5 million at roulette, lose a third in tax, we net $5 million. You get 79% of that, which is a fraction under $4 million; your parents get 1%, which is $50,000; Vanessa and I get 20%, which is $1 million."
"Wow. Those are amazing numbers!"
"Especially yours. You'll be a 'quadmillionaire'. But, as I mentioned earlier, it's mostly an accounting fiction. Let me explain the rest. Our goal is to have two $1 million dollar emergency funds. A million may sound like a fortune to you," He was right about that! "but it's really not that much. If some emergency comes up and you have to flee the country and keep a low profile for several years, you'd be surprised how fast that could be used up. We'll have two $1 million funds, one for each of our families, except that you'll be able to access both of them. That way if an emergency happens it's likely that you and anyone you're with will be able to fend for yourselves. Those will be spread across two or three overseas banks who can wire the funds to you wherever you are. We'll also make sure we stash some cash in a few locations too, enough to keep you going for a few days or to get you overseas, until you can tap one of the emergency accounts.
-- "The reason we made your idea worth 60% was to leave Vanessa and me with 20%, and therefore a $1 million share. That's our emergency fund. Your parents are tipping in their $5,000 just to even up the financing. They feel better about their family carrying the same risk of losing as Vanessa and me. Legally, because you're a minor, all your winnings are controllable by your parents anyway, so they can set up their $1 million emergency fund using what is theoretically your money. That'll leave $3 million of winnings, mostly for the mansion, its renovations and furnishings, which will be in your name. That'll probably end up costing something like $2 million, but that's only a very rough guess. I'm sure there will be a spending spree as well. There's bound to be, with so many women involved, haha. Hopefully we'll be able to hold back a $100,000 or so for the emergency cash stashes, some at home, some in safety deposit boxes in two or three places. Maybe some even buried in the woods somewhere, just in case something really crazy happens and you can't go anywhere near any people. So the almost $4 million that you'll theoretically have in your name will be spread around: $1 million overseas, roughly $2 million spent on the house including all the renovations and furnishings, some cash stashes and some spending. I know Julia intends for you to get a new car, for example.
-- "That's a slightly simplified breakdown, as I think we should give The Boys, Julia and Carol a very small credit for their labor. Again it's really an accounting fiction, but when the money comes in we only want to pay tax on it once. This is especially important for Carol and Julia, as neither of them is your legal wife so they don't have legal, tax-free access to your money. If you give them much more than $10,000 per year, you'll have to pay gift tax on it. If we record in the business's documentation that Carol and Julia did some work for the business, then they can get a share of the profit.
-- "I said earlier that you and I will not quite be 50/50 on time. My share needs to stay at 50% else we can't afford our overseas fund, so we have to reduce your share of the time. Every 1% of the time allocation is worth 1% of 20% of $5 million, or $10,000, so if you wanted to put $100,000 in each of Julia and Carol's names, for example, then you'd have to give them 10% of the labor each, so the time share would be 50/30/10/10. I don't imagine you'd want to give Donna more than $10,000 per year, so there'd be no need to involve her in this, but Vanessa and I would like The Boys to get something in their names. They've spent time helping you, but their time isn't so valuable as to be worth more than a few hundred dollars, but we'd like something more substantial than that. That's all up to you, of course.
-- "That's the structure described. There are a few side issues I'll mention. One consequence is that neither family needs to sell their existing houses. Vanessa and I would probably keep this house, and either rent it out or let Andrew and/or Robert live here if they want to stay in the area, if they get jobs here. I think we'd be wise to keep this house just in case there's a personality clash among the two families. With so many people under one roof, even if it's a very big roof, that could happen. Vanessa and I are both unusually focused people, and our style may clash with that of your parents. No faults on either side, just different ways of doing things. Another issue which may have occurred to you, is why go to all this bother to minimize taxes, when we can just win more money?"
I agreed, "That HAD occurred to me. This is a LOT more complicated than I thought."
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Sunday, April 10, 2005 (Continued) Julia turned to me and said, "I'm amazed you sat through it. I had my finger on the mute button expecting you to explode at any time." She looked at me expectantly. "I nearly did. I was quiet at first because before the movie you totally convinced me that you understood Carol, so I believed you knew what you were doing. By the time the conversation got VERY shocking, I'd already heard that Carol was mostly agreeing. She dragged her heels sometimes,...
Friday, April 29, 2005 (Continued) We all headed for the Guys' Room, joining Donna and The Boys. Prof made Dad a big, strong whiskey. Dad asked, "Are you going to join me, Prof?" "I've got to make an important phone call for Mark's business soon so I want to keep my wits about me. If you let me borrow Mark, we could do that now, then come back and join you?" "Sure." Vanessa said, "I need to be involved too, so if you'll excuse me too." Julia said, "Can I listen in too...
Tuesday, April 19, 2005 (Continued) "Mark!" "Sorry Prof, what was that?" Prof asked, "We set your study up for you to study in it, so why would we get grumpy at your doing so?" "Huh? Oh, that's right. If I woke you up at 2:15 every morning to let me in. Wouldn't you lock your frontdoor before you went to sleep?" "Of course, but you don't need to wake us. We'll give you a key and you can come and go as you please. You might as well have a key now, so I'll give you our spare...
Tuesday, April 26, 2005 (Continued) Fortunately it was just the immediate family at dinner. As we walked in, the last to arrive, Robert said, "Couldn't stop playing with your new toy, huh?" I hadn't had a chance to play with it at all, and was worried about my answer seeming unappreciative of the work Robert had done getting it for me. I was thinking about how best to politely answer his question when Julia beat me to it, "Mark hasn't had time to use it yet. We've been busy...
Monday, June 27, 2005 (Continued) Our sex session was interrupted by my cellphone receiving a text message. Unlike the phone Dad originally bought for me, the one I have now is state of the art, including being able to assign different ring- and text-tones to different people. I recognized the tone for Carol, and stopped what I was doing to read it in case she was having trouble with Logan. Nothing like that, fortunately for Logan. Carol was just letting us know that when she'd gotten...
Wednesday, April 20, 2005 (Continued) Tuning out the girls recounting my many humiliations at Rocky's left me free to contemplate important matters. First dinner, then thinking about what we'd do afterward, how many times we'd do it, and in what positions. Important stuff. It'd been far too long since I'd had sex, and I badly needed to compensate for being in Rocky's company for so long. We'll have to take Donna home before we could start our celebration of the end of the...
Friday, April 15, 2005 (Continued) I'd taken the sobbing Carol up to 'our' room. She needed lots of reassurance and I had plenty for her. As much as she wanted. She blamed herself because she'd started it by letting slip the "lots more girls" comment and had then twisted Mom's tail about it. "Mom and Dad would've known all about it in a couple of weeks anyway. We were intending to get lots of girls into my life, so they'd be calling home, coming to it, and I might even be...
Monday, April 18, 2005 (Continued) Carol and Donna soon joined us. Immediately Mom said, "That's a nice dress, Carol." Which made Donna puff up with pride. That resulted in a female clothing conversation. I won't bother recording it here because it was a female clothing conversation. When it was finished, Carol said, "Mom, I'm not learning about household stuff fast enough. Cooking, raising babies, and all those sorts of things. Can you help me learn more please, like getting me to...
Saturday, February 11 to Friday, February 17, 2006 On the seventh day of my Fort Dodge imprisonment, I woke with a new skullcap on. It had roughly ten times as many electrodes, about two or three hundred now. They weren't patches glued to my skin, but short needles that poked into the bone of my skull - I REALLY hoped not all the way through to my brain! I was REALLY pissed off! This got me angrier than anything they'd done before, even more than electrocuting my cock. That'd been part of...
We will now relate what was passing in the house of the king's attorney after the departure of Madame Danglars and her daughter, and during the time of the conversation between Maximilian and Valentine, which we have just detailed. M. de Villefort entered his father's room, followed by Madame de Villefort. Both of the visitors, after saluting the old man and speaking to Barrois, a faithful servant, who had been twenty-five years in his service, took their places on either side of the...
Saturday, April 30, 2005 (Continued) Mom was preparing dinner in the kitchen. "Hi Mom. Do you know that Carol and I are going out tonight, with Julia and Ava? I think we are anyway; I need to check." "Yes, I've heard. This is just for the three of us." I started eating pieces of the ingredients. Mom didn't object, as she always cooks 'too much' (silly concept), as leftovers disappear from our fridge amazingly quickly. Mom asked, "Did you win?" "Yes. Much the same result as the...
D?j? vu for a DrowChapter 1So far everything had gone to plan for Liavondra. Despite being unwilling to leave her free and unplanned life, she had agreed to her friend Alcala’s request for help. As a Drow she was not trusted by many, as her kin were notorious for their treacherous, violent ways. Lia was different though, and had striven to be different from all other Drow for centuries. Thus, when an infiltrator was needed for the Drow, she was the first and only choice. The mission had been s...
Saturday, May 7, 2005 (Continued) At daybreak, I felt much more relaxed and secure. Life was good, provided there were several million dollars in my LA account! I was quite eager to go to an ATM to check that. I'd had more or less enough sleep, so I went outside and offered to get the guys some coffee or whatever. They happily accepted more coffee, as their flasks were drained. I figured fresh coffee was the least I could give them for helping us survive the night. Alarm-Girl didn't need...
Friday, May 13, 2005 I've heard that many people won't fly on Friday the 13ths, so it's a pity I didn't marry Julia and Carol a month ago today, because it might have saved me an expensive shopping trip. That's assuming superstition would win over the lure of Rodeo Drive, which is highly doubtful. I did have some bad luck today, Mackenzie was waiting for me to arrive at the school's parking lot. As soon as I got out of the car, she was on to me. "Mark, after you left I remembered...
Monday, June 27, 2005 This chapter has jumped ahead four days. Not much happened over summer that was relevant to my ascendancy, so day-by-day reporting isn't needed. ^ A couple of days after Savannah's test ride in my new car, I invited my soccer team to Julia's, excluding the guys who'd just graduated, had serious girlfriends, were virgins, or were too immature for what I had in mind. That left five of them. That many because they didn't actually have to be mature, just be able to...
January 1 to mid-March, 2007 Once the Army pulled out, everything fell onto our shoulders. Not Vanessa's, because her shoulders were already fully loaded, but the rest of us felt the shift of responsibility. We'd known it was coming of course, but when the Army left, EVERYTHING stopped unless we made it move, and that felt quite different. Mom had been frantic for months. Setting up a home at the "stinking rich" end of the market was something Mom had never been exposed to before, so...
Friday, July 25, 2008 (Continued) There are several billion dimensions in Category #3, in which my body died in either the Casino Kidnappers' basement or the CIA's underground lab. I need to do some things differently, depending on whether I died in the basement or lab, so I'll describe them separately, starting with the dimensions in which I died in the CIA's care. ^ A few chapters earlier I described how I'd get my revenge on the DHS and CIA people who'd got away with what had...
Thursday, June 19 to Monday, June 24, 2008 I had several areas I wanted to work on: I wanted multiple proximity blobs so I could have one around every loved one, to dramatically improve my ability to detect threats to them. I wanted sight blobs able to fly faster than 300 mph when they're in locations remote from me. I could maybe double that speed with practice, but I wanted at least a tenfold improvement and that'd take an insight. If I need to use a sight blob at a remote location,...
Friday, July 25, 2008 (Continued) Before I started describing the Grand Tour of Refuge, I categorized my family circumstances across the W-Dimension as follows: I am alive and well, with up to thirty two minds. I had been alive and well, but I'd told my families that I was going on a Voyage of Discovery. My body died in either the Casino Kidnappers' basement or the CIA's underground lab. I suicided as a depressed kid, either in the bathtub or menswear store. I remained alive and...
Sunday, April 24, 2005 (Continued) Carol volunteered, "Even I've walked around this house naked. All of Julia's family have seen me like this. They were all very nice about it and I felt totally safe. They're very nice people." "Especially Robert. He can see me naked whenever he wants, haha." That was from Donna, in case you're wondering. I didn't know whether Donna's comment was literally true, or whether Donna had said it just for fun. It didn't matter either way, as I had...
Tuesday, June 21, 2005 I woke after the usual 2.5 hours, had a snack bar, shut my eyes again, created a sight blob, sent it through to the study, where seven of my minds created a fingertip each for the scrolling keyboard, and we started studying. Other than a couple of snack breaks, that's how we spent the morning. It was a very successful test, especially because we didn't hit a gap in our knowledge that we had to google, so we didn't need to do any extensive mouse work. One of my...
Friday, April 22, 2005 (Continued) Julia waited while I turned to my studies to finish them off at a good point. I was in the middle of learning something new in Calculus, and if I stopped now I'd have to start the next session with a review before I could complete the concept. It's much better to stop once the concept is comprehended. As a result of my working through two courses now I would rarely get two perfect stopping points at the same time, so I was just hoping not to be in...
Mid-September to Tuesday, February 22, 2005, My vague plan - made back when I started pulling ahead of my 9th grade classmates - was to take as many Advanced Placement subjects as humanly possible in my senior year, which would make that year a busy one. But that was over two years away and what to do about the intervening period wasn't obvious. (For those of you who aren't American or who live in dimensions that use a different nomenclature, in most dimensions students in American school...
Monday, June 27, 2005 (Continued) We kept chatting about aspects of the Target Game, to give the guys plenty of time to get used to seeing My Girls topless. Hopefully enough so they wouldn't react typically when the Targets also started stripping. One of the other issues that came up turned out exactly as I'd expected. I pointed out that under my plan, the guys wouldn't get to choose which of the Target Girls they had sex with. It was up to the Targets to choose the guys. Amusingly, the...
Monday, June 20, 2005 (Continued) I'd called Mom before Aikido to tell her, "I'll be staying the night at the Williams' as I want to show Julia something first thing in the morning." I headed to Julia's after Aikido. As I walked toward the front door, I was amused to see a multitude of female heads through the kitchen window. Julia met me at the door, laughingly telling me the explanation. Soon after I'd left for Aikido, Vanessa had called my mom to say they had too much food, and...
Saturday, May 6, 2006 (Continued) I overflew home at a safely high altitude. As I'd hoped, there was a media circus besieging our gate, and several extra cars parked inside (lawyers, cops, CIA?). Watching closely to make sure no cameras pointed skyward, I descended enough to see that all of my extended family were inside. They were watching TV and talking a lot to a few suit-wearing men that I didn't recognize. My families didn't appear to be under any duress and Ron Fisher had no...
Friday, April 15, 2005 (Continued) After the dishes were cleared away and loaded into the dishwasher (I hope our mansion will have one of those!) Mom said, "I'm taking Mark to get his cast removed later. I don't know how long that'll take so let's have our little meeting now, over coffee in the living room maybe?" Vanessa agreed and started making it. Carol returned looking happy, and Vanessa told her, "I've left your plate in the microwave, dear. In case you were hungry and wanted...
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Two days after, a considerable crowd was assembled, towards ten o'clock in the morning, around the door of M. de Villefort's house, and a long file of mourning-coaches and private carriages extended along the Faubourg Saint-Honore and the Rue de la Pepiniere. Among them was one of a very singular form, which appeared to have come from a distance. It was a kind of covered wagon, painted black, and was one of the first to arrive. Inquiry was made, and it was ascertained that, by a strange...