Paris, 18. He motioned the young man to the rear chair, because at that hour the youth appeared to be a quantity close to zero. " "I'll tell you what I'll do," rejoined the other. He looked at her in some embarrassment. The intoxicating sense of novelty had given place to a more business-like mood. I'll be feeling fine in no time. They ought to put a lamp. It must be somewhere hereabouts. Then the distant relationship to Miss Stanley gave them a slight but pleasant sense of proprietorship in the girl. ‘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.
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