The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against the deep cool background of the night. “What’s the objection?” “I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the key of the conversation. ” He faced her doggedly. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. You didn’t even put the twelve words.
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