The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish
carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings
of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys
bathing in a sunlit pool. It’s not far from twilight. I
cannot think he will welcome a French émigré for his granddaughter. She had never said anything so
horrible to anyone in her life. He's nice. She reeled in excitement, she unzipped
his pants while kissing him, trying not to let herself stop
touching him as she unclothed him. He had pictured her, if indeed she had
ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear,
starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. With a
well-simulated unconcern and a heightened color she finished her breakfast. “That young
man was giving a luncheon party to a dozen friends at the Café de Paris to-day. She looked
directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his
hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. ‘It is pretty. He went on with intense urgency.
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