Sadly, the Christmas break came to an end. " And, with a few magical touches, he stamped the fleeting expression on the canvass. It did not matter that he wore the cloth; something was wrong with him. He was safe, out of the beaten track, at last really comparable to the needle in the haystack. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone. He started a dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket. “Curious case—and sets one thinking. ‘Up, Jacques, up,’ she ordered. “It can’t make any difference to you, and there are not half a dozen people in Paris who could tell us apart. The thought had not even occurred to him.
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