It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. The day was sunny and pleasant, devoid of chill winds. “Of course you don’t. ’ Gerald was staring at her, an arrested expression on his face. He was really very bright and clever, with a sort of conversational boldness that was just within the limits of permissible daring. ‘Then it must certainly be Eugénie. ’ ‘It is you who will get the head blown off,’ threatened the young lady fiercely. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. All that I regret are the wasted years, and I am not sure that I regret them. He was beautiful and perfect, his blue eyes smiling at her. She understood.
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