” The man smiled at him. The vicomte must be well known to those high-born who have gone to England. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. His glance came up again and met hers. She stood 218 there, broken bottle still in hand. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce.
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