“It is true,” he said, “that I was dining last night at a restaurant in the Boulevard des Italiennes, and it is true that my companion was a young lady whose name is Pellissier. It was ended. They proved all sorts of things perhaps, but they were thick, unequal, pitiful pieces of work. The flat was apparently empty. Ann Veronica was by this time quite shocked at her own thoughts, and yet they would go on with their freaks. ‘I would read your body,’ he whispered, and lifted her fingers to his lips. Beneath the hood it was evident that her rebellious hair was bound up with red silk, and fastened by some device in her ears (unless she had them pierced, which was too dreadful a thing to suppose!) were long brass filigree earrings.
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