The more haste, the worse speed—better the feet slip than the tongue. He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s. She read on and on, now thrilled by the swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love. “YOU wouldn’t like to be independent?” he asked, abruptly. I’ve been waiting a long time for you. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. But you,” he continued, moving imperceptibility a little nearer to her, “you are mine. ’ ‘Why should Gérard care?’ sneered Gosse.
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