The vicomte has, he say, enough femmes in his hands. I took the usual way home. The door was then locked, and he was left alone. As O'Higgins signed the hotel register, his keen glance took in the latest signatures. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. They simply understood there was a greater need to get over the past than to talk about it.
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