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’ ‘It’s too late for that,’ Gerald told her evenly. The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror. Others pulled hats over their noses, cowered in their seats, and feigned that all was right with the world. Shall we sit outside and drink a petit verre of something to give us an appetite while dinner is being prepared?” “Certainly not,” she answered. I often think of those delightful evenings in Paris. The other bona roba, known amongst her companions as Mistress Poll Maggot, was a beauty on a much larger scale,—in fact, a perfect Amazon. "What the devil are you howling about?" cried Langley. A dissipated, loose-living man.
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