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Afterwards we started for a motor ride to a place outside Paris for déjeuner, and I suppose the man’s nerve failed him. It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure. There was nothing of the phenomenon in this. His pale and boyish waist was nearly as slim as her own. “And besides,” said Ann Veronica, sweeping that aspect aside, “what could I do? A boy sails out into a trade or profession. "Nothing—nothing," she answered, bursting into tears. Amidship there was also canvas, and like that over the wheel, drab and dirty. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. Briefly, with a careless wave towards the couple, the comtesse presented them as Monsieur and Madame Valade. But it's French manners, I suppose.
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