"To go a little further. Cheveney was another Paris friend, was he?” she asked. Terror had laid a paralyzing hand upon her, fear kept her almost unconscious of the curious glances which she was continually attracting. She saw now that it was not a dissipated face; it was as smooth and unlined as polished marble, which at present it resembled. Maybe half a year, counting this summer.
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