Even though I am going to sing at the ‘Unusual’ you may find that
the ‘Alcide,’ whom you knew in Paris does not exist any more. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew,
could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the
almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. She did not know herself. ‘Ah, bah, it is enough,’ she cried, and turning, ran out of the room. I don’t wish to marry you at all. “You must come and see me some afternoon,” she said to him. The next morning she went out with her post-office savings bank-book, and
telegraphed for a warrant to draw out all the money she had in the world. Mr. She was so
interested, and this was such a relief from the trudging anxiety of her search for
work, that she went on for a whole week as if she was still living at home. Reluctantly she found him beguiling
after he had eaten. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. “For one thing, Anna,” she remarked, “we had not the slightest idea that you had
left, or were leaving Paris. They sold him the whisky.
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