‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. ’ ‘Gérard,’ she said, giving the French version with a soft “g” and not quite managing the “l”. So he made merry at the dinner table, told comic stories, and was astonished at the readiness with which she grasped the comic side of life. “It was a bad day for me,” he said, speaking slowly and painfully. It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. And it's uncanny. I don’t see that men need bank it with the women. And all to satisfy a succession of rapacious lightskirts. ” She turned her face to the fire, gripped her hands upon her elbows, and drew her thin shoulders together in a shrug. Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily.
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