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Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shipped their oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. ‘But what is it that amuses you, Jacques?’ Kimble’s grin spread wider. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. Besides, he was a Yale man. But he could only utter an inarticulate exclamation. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. Together they crept through the erstwhile drawing room and entered the massive flagged hall. She cried out with the pain of it. “Of course, one lives differently in Paris, but then—Paris is Paris.
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