Nothing at all. His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses. 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. That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. “Everything goes on, confound it! One doesn’t change anything one has set going by making good resolutions. Work becomes distasteful; one thinks of holidays. He looked at it eagerly, but made no movement to take it. “Never was such an age of transition. “I want,” he said, with a white hand outstretched, “to take you out to tea.
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