Then, naturally, I went on talking. It’s horrible to think of you!” “You’re an awful brick, Teddy!” she said. Springing upon the box, he told the coachman to make the best of his way to Saint Giles's. “We’ve never known anyone who can play like you, Lucy. I kept them on myself till the sight of your empty chair and the chill loneliness of it all nearly sent me mad. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote— would be very happy to have. We were only—les autres.
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