Of course there were goats. From what do you wish to be rescued?’ The girl fluttered her eyelashes, sighed dramatically and spread her hands. He recoiled from the sting. "I'm my own master now, and I'll do as I please. And yet—you millionaires should really, I think, cultivate the art of discrimination. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. The walls were pristine white and unmarked except for two sconces and a rather colorless Monet poster that had been framed in an expensive oak surround. He waited the pleasure of Monsieur.
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