” “Suppose he comes and talks to me?” “A girl can always keep a man at a distance if she cares to do it. " "Let me have them. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. We haven’t. “Go on!” “You know—in Paris they coupled my name with some one’s—an Englishman’s. And now she was witnessing or observing the complicated machinery of civilization through which they had come, at length to land on the beach of her island. “I’ve gotta go. How could you draw the curtain aside which hides the great and holy places of life—you, who have never loved?” “You have become French to the core,” she murmured. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult. A stiff, formally-cut coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs; and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the laced hat under his left arm.
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