“No, I’m fine. So, here he was, on the last lap of middle age, in China, having missed all the thrills in life except one—the war against Death. One did not use pistols against a female. I thought that you loved Paris and your work so much. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. As soon as he had read it, he let it fall from his grasp. “Always planning for death. " "But, Lord, man!—don't you ever get lonesome?" "Don't you?" "I'm too busy. “Of course, one lives differently in Paris, but then—Paris is Paris. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care. "Speak out—don't be alarmed," said Wood, in a kind and encouraging tone. I’d ruin the things if I so much as touched one.
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