” “It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened. That was the Frenchie, Valade, surely. " The air in the narrow street, which was not eight feet wide, swarmed with smells impossible to define; but all at once the pleasantly pungent odour of Chinese incense drifted across the girl's face, and gratefully she quickened her inhalations. They were silent for a time. ” He repeated several times that he would trust her, though it remained obscure just exactly where the trust came in. She put her mouth on him. .
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