" "What'll it cost to have you all to myself for the day?" Ah Cum named the sum. "What's the matter?" he cried. You are not ‘Alcide. Her eyes followed him. She is like some character out of Phra the Phoenician: she's been buried for thirty years and just been excavated. Gerald, whose French was adequate from his military service abroad, was able to respond suitably to such remarks as the ladies addressed to him, but was less exercised by their fashionable dress than their decidedly careworn appearance. John eased off. He declined to come in. Somehow or other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of those women with whom he had been brought into contact. '" "Let me see," cried Jack, snatching the paper, and eagerly perusing the advertisement.
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