‘This from a man who calls himself my friend. I am used, you understand, to guard my secret. ‘No, no, Jacques, you have done very right. "England or France, London or Paris, it's all one to me, so I've you to command me. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. “You were booked of course. ” He resumed, after a mouthful: “Here is a girl of sixteen or seventeen, seventeen and a half to be exact, running about, as one might say, in London.
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