You might trust me with the Chevalier himself,—I'd never betray him. She wanted to return his gaze but focused intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of looking directly at the audience. She was as pale as death, but she seemed to have lost the power of movement. Love stories! It was of negligible importance that these books were bound in paper; Romance lay unalterably within. ” For a moment she was grave. She was standing there, smiling at the audience as at her friends.
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