"It was the story of a man, so to speak, who had left his vitals in his native land and wandered strange paths emptily. ” Chapter XXV THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room with a deferential little gesture. That was one of the compensations for having consigned himself to this part of the world. “For one thing, Anna,” she remarked, “we had not the slightest idea that you had left, or were leaving Paris. “He wants me to have dinner at his parent’s house tonight,” still looking at a series of spots on the carpeting. “We will take it then,” he said, “that you have refused or ignored one request I have made you this morning.
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