“What do you think of that farce?” he exclaimed bitterly. ‘My dear boy, your loyalty is misplaced. In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought. ‘Therefore she cannot be the daughter of Suzanne Valade. Yet even now there were so many things untouched, so much to be learned. My dear—I can call you that here, anyhow—I know that. They exchanged greetings with the clarinetist. ‘And that Suzanne, the sister of my cousin the vicomte, must choose between Monsieur Charvill and her brother. ” 174 < 21 > THANKSGIVING She padded softly up the old stairs, exhausted and elated. For the first time he seemed to wonder what it might be that she had to confess. Her bald head had swollen on her shoulders, puffy with fresh blood that ringed her mouth. “Of course,” said Miss Miniver—she went on in a regularly undulating voice —“we DO please men.
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