You are wedged in amongst a crowd, perhaps in the promenade, you lean over the back, you are almost out of sight. Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. ‘And now,’ he said, drawing Madame to the seat, and contriving to sit close enough that his anatomy touched hers at several points, ‘let us talk about you, madame. I am not a madman, or a pauper, or even an unreasonable person.
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