“We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. “Is that you, Nigel?” she asked. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. He was a little embarrassed. Gianfrancesco found himself to be his family’s sole remaining male heir. “I hope you realize,” he went on, in a lower and less assured tone, “that I am in earnest—very much in earnest. A pity you did not think to tell me that part of the tale at the outset.
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