’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. “A lot of these people will be going presently. . “So very clear and cold,” she said. I'd like to be alone now. ” “In Paris, I think,” Ennison answered.
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