The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. Come, come, be reasonable, and listen to me. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. There was a girlfriend who was mentally ill. The veranda bamboo will be enough for me. I’d take it— forgive me if I seem a little urgent—as a sort of proof of friendliness. ‘Oh, peste. I can't give you my hand; but you may take it.
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