‘And you come to me, thinking yourself half French, and expect me to take you in. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. Any natural fineness would be numbed by drink. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. But go on. I don’t half disagree with you, Vee, really; only thing is, I don’t see how you’re going to pull it off. " "Thank'ee,—thank'ee. Gerald stood quite still for a moment or two, listening intently.
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