Her own pack was so light that she left it in the locker. ‘As I have said, it was a quarrel between the vicomte and Monsieur Charvill. “Who is the tenant of these rooms?” he inquired. The immense disillusionment that awaited him! The devastating disillusionment! She had a vague desire to run after him, to state her case to him, to wring some understanding from him of what life was to her.
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