They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. He was beginning to think about her inordinately. " "De duivel!" exclaimed Van Galgebrok, "Very well. ” “I resent!” “I was only sorry I’d been so stupid.
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