CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. Goopes, she was sure was always high-browed and slow and Socratic. “But—your people!” she gasped. ” He reeled out of the room. I promised to put him in touch with some people in Rome, an idea which he warmed to. But De Maupassant—sheer off! Stick to Dickens and Thackeray and Hugo. ‘No, I don’t see much future in pursuing her down this passage. ” “And you?” “Rather!” “I wonder why?” “There’s no why. If she’s over, he probably knows all about it. But, by Jove! you are fierce! You are like those Roman women who carry stilettos in their hair.
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