“I wish that I could forget it,” he said. Then it was the woman herself who was changed. He seemed to be labouring under some great excitement. ‘Well, only look what’s come of it. Katy’s face was vapid and undistinguishable from a crowd, but pretty in an abstract sense, like the face of a baby doll. “After all, how easy the descent is, even for the greatest of us. Drink this!” He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips. But the mere recognition of his son’s signature was enough to stoke the fires of his long-held rage. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois.
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