He delayed the blow till the fortunate conjuncture was past. “But—” The long inconsecutive conversation by that time was getting on her nerves. I felt—I felt living in a masked world. In any place her beauty would have been an uncommon thing. This was the first young man who had drawn from her something more than speculative interest. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois. He was caked with dried muck. ’ ‘You should be happy that you are not dead,’ she retorted, but with a diminution of the venom and fright in her voice. It was common name, so I was thrown off the scent.
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