. Then a surge of rage welled up. He knew my name, and also that I had been living in Paris, and a man doesn’t risk claiming a girl for his wife, as a rule, for nothing. ‘Espèce de bête,’ she snarled. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. The fact itself is regrettable enough—regrettable, I fear, is quite an inadequate word. “This is all madness,” she declared wearily.
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