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. Martha had the square look of solid English citizenry, which was not deceiving. There was a little pain, but it wasn’t anything. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. " "Loves!" echoed Winifred, slightly colouring.
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