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He met her eyes with his fiery black gaze. So this was what it was all about. ‘You are there. Two shots were fired at him by Jonathan; one of which passed through his hat, and the other through the fleshy part of his arm; but he made good his retreat. Stanley regarded him through his glasses with something approaching animosity. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon the threshold. She was chic, distinguished, unusual. Until at last I persuaded him to go to bed. ‘André? Que dit-il?’ ‘My wife does not understand,’ said the fellow, frowning deeply.
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