And he began also at times to wake at night and think about her. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. ‘To begin with,’ he said, ‘allow me a very tiny intimacy. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. Paris is not the place for two young girls. He looked just as Julian had the night she had first met him outside the Joliet Laundromat.
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