Now I shall never hear it but what this evening will come pouring back over me. John eased off. One comes at last to the step from dreams to reality. Gay, was a stout, good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd and sarcastic curl. Well, whenever you say, I promise to do away with the mystery. The clever hostess having let fall that several distinguished guests from France would be present, the world had flocked to her doors to catch, like the gossip-hungry vultures they were, a glimpse of them. The poor things! Oh, it was quite dreadful. I don’t think you understand. The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. Let us be gone. I saw him yesterday, and he told me he shouldn't stir from home for a week to come. As he pocketed it, her open palm reached out and slapped his cheek.
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