“Where am I?” he muttered. And though I say it that shouldn't say it, no man can tie a better knot. You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and for the cooking—well, he had his customers, who came from their homes to him year after year.
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