But there was an abiding serpent in this Eden. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. ‘Alors, I see it. ‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death. \"Well, I hear that you totally slammed the door in his face after he walked you home! Did you know he lives clear on the other side of town and walked three miles home after you slammed him?\" \"No. ” The girl received this intimation in silence, but the face that looked down upon the gas fire took an expression of obstinacy that brought out a hitherto latent resemblance between parent and child. But she veiled her feelings. Besides," added he, opening the shawl in which the infant was wrapped, and throwing the light of the candle full upon its sickly, but placid features, "it's sinful to repine while you've a child like this to comfort you. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. ’ ‘Damnation!’ Gerald burst out, crossing towards her. The clever hostess having let fall that several distinguished guests from France would be present, the world had flocked to her doors to catch, like the gossip-hungry vultures they were, a glimpse of them.
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