‘We will converse in your own tongue,’ he said in French as he led her away. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. “You know what a fearful old prig Ferringhall is, always goes about as though the whole world were watching him? We tried to show him around Paris, but he wouldn’t have any of it. Ah Cum is a Yale man and so is this Taber. . Anything else that was said she now regarded only as an aspect of or diversion from that. He was certain that those lips of hers had never known the natural and pardonable simper of youth. ” “Your husband,” he answered bluntly.
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