The vicomte has, he say, enough femmes in his hands. Only one penny—two copies—two pence—thank you, Sir. "Never heard of a sing-song girl; never heard of a geisha! Flower of the Lotus: the sing-song girl called her that. Ireton rushed forward to open the wicket for him. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. The girl was pretty, and apparently a lady. But never had the hand touched her with a father's caress; never had he taken her into his arms; never had he kissed her. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth.
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