His voice propelled her to cry even harder, so hard that she began to laugh behind her tears. From the beginning. The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against the deep cool background of the night. She calls us her guests, but in reality we are her prisoners. And, if ever I'm brought to the gallows, I shall lay my death at her door.
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