Her parents totally look the other way. ‘I am not French in the least, bête. ” She said. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a highly meretricious quality caught her eye. There were all varieties of bird-life known in these latitudes, from the bird of paradise down to the tiny scarlet-beaked love-birds. I will be as silent as the grave. What better way to be rid of him? ‘Jacques,’ she uttered urgently. ‘Sleeping like a baby, he is.
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