" He laughed and pushed back his chair. Forthwith he presented his card. The child was still safe. He won’t have menservants inside the house, and his collection of carriages is only fit for a museum—where most of his friends ought to be, by-the-bye. His face brightened at the sight of her, and he came toward her. It wasn’t clear to me that I had to explain. The doorbell tinkled and Michelle grabbed her purse and rushed down the creaky wooden stairs. ‘She didn’t behave in the least like an émigré, if these people are anything to go by.
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