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1. "She is. ‘I am not in the least in a rage. And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her. She stole her glances sideways like the rest of the women. There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. ’ ‘Not French?’ echoed Hilary.
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