‘You have a knack of saying just the
wrong thing. I do not wish to return to Paris. ’ He glanced at the portrait behind her. “One moment, if you please!”
She stopped short and looked round. It was also cold, and dark,
for there had been no time to light the lantern. He himself had deadened the sound
by closing the door. She pulled her hand away quickly. I struck him across the face, twisted the steering
wheel of the motor, sprang out myself, and left him for dead on the road with the
motor on top of him. He walked through a wide open archway, curtained with deep-blue curtains,
into the apartment that served as a reception-room. She was standing there, smiling at the
audience as at her friends. “Better,” said Ann Veronica, with an unreal alacrity.
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