Paris, romantizmle birlikte artık güzel kokan bir şehir haline geldi. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. "The intelligence seems new to you. “I don’t see what he has to do with my coming to London?” “He—he worships the ground you tread on. ‘I find this was excessively clever of Gérard. Spurling, squeezing Jack's arm, and pushing him towards the door, "and, don't come here again. Probably the latter, for the thronging ballroom was insufferably hot.
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