He knew my name, and also that I had been living in Paris, and a man doesn’t risk claiming a girl for his wife, as a rule, for nothing. That knot also would be cut. “Odd little room,” said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa. I was—I was a corespondent. Sheila was a stout woman, her bosoms huge, her face 110 wide and square. The sound of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. If only this child were his: what good times they would have together! The thought passed on, but it left a little ache in his heart.
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