To-morrow I am going to Paris. ‘But Gérard—if you mean the fellow Alderley who was making eyes at Yolande—is not here. “You’re a student, perhaps?” said the tall woman. He's had a hard knock somewhere; and until he is strong enough to walk, we must keep his interest away from that thought. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. There's good stuff in him, if one could find the way to dig it out.
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