"Do you realize that you are several kinds of a damned scoundrel?" he began. He sat up in his chair as though the question had stung him. “About my sister,” she repeated slowly. I sang to him, and he was satisfied. ‘Like you?’ ‘But I am not French. Even the abstract paintings on the wall were gray.
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