“In Paris our lives were far apart, and we had seldom the same friends. ’ He moved to his friend and grasped his hand in a gesture as deliberately dramatic as the storytelling of mademoiselle. She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her chin. “It was a bad day for me,” he said, speaking slowly and painfully. She felt he was going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost hysterical. One particularly humiliating thing came out— humiliating for me.
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