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She loved the market, the horses trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or a ducat. Her recent attitude towards him was undoubtedly a pose. At the eastern gate of the churchyard stood the carriage with the steps lowered. He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was now defining her as he worked. The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against the deep cool background of the night. And empty. . ’ ‘I suppose you want to take her along as well as that infernal stolen horse?’ said Hilary sarcastically. At the present moment she was living in a world of her own creation, a carnival of brave men and fair women, characters out of the tales she had so newly read for the first time. Half a minute, Vee. I want to be myself.
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