‘A man
who is false, who steals papers, who has a plot to take another’s name, who lies
to the Mother Abbess and to me, and above all this—’ her voice near to breaking
‘—one who is French. He forced her arm back, away, stretching it out to keep the
weapon at bay. Men had tried to kiss her—
unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to
escape. ‘Parbleu, but what a person you make
me! One who spies. Why on earth
couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought
of return. ”
The girl shook her head. Hastily,
he reached for the door. She went past
three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of
relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. But I wrapped it in that nun’s gear you give me. .
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