" His demeanour was polished; his manners singularly affable and gentle; and he was remarkable, for the generosity of his temper. “Of course, one lives differently in Paris, but then—Paris is Paris. That had taken her by surprise, and her tired wits had failed her. ” Lucy gestured to the rough plywood floor. ‘Oh, I do love a flatterer. Supposing he too wanted love and his arms were as empty as hers? Some living thing that depended upon her. " "Ah, I see.
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