‘I would read your body,’ he whispered, and lifted her fingers to his lips. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. “It is true,” he said, “that I was dining last night at a restaurant in the Boulevard des Italiennes, and it is true that my companion was a young lady whose name is Pellissier. He went into the study and sat down at his table, but not to write. You have watched all the uncouth creations of my brain come sprawling out upon the canvas, and besides, we have been companions. “Mr. I have always loved you.
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