“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. It was an oldfashioned peasant blouse, white, square necked, and trimmed with lace. ” Her breath left her for a moment. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. Everyone will grumble to you confidentially—Miss Ellicot, she’s our swagger young lady, you know—up there, next to Miss White, she will tell you that it is so out of the world here, so far away from everyone one knows.
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