Do you think that I shall ever make an actress, my friend?” “I doubt it,” he answered bluntly. “Your best route will be via Boulogne and Folkestone at nine o’clock from the Gare du Nord. She was watching him intently. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. But a girl is soiled not only by evil but by the proximity of evil, and a reputation for rashness may do her as serious an injury as really reprehensible conduct.
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