The little matter of an accent may be misleading, I grant you, but —’ He was interrupted, and with impatience. The crash was tremendous. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. It seemed to him that speech would be an anticlimax. She was in ill trim for walking, but somehow or other she made her way as far as the Champs Elysées, and sank down upon an empty seat. At least I imagine so, if what Madame Valade claims is true. He’s really hot.
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