Then she sat watching the play, sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge of the table. By this time, she had so far succeeded in calming herself, that she answered the greetings of the neighbours whom she encountered on her way to the sacred edifice—if sorrowfully, still composedly. ’ ‘Why must you?’ asked Gerald calmly. Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and for the cooking—well, he had his customers, who came from their homes to him year after year. I didn’t believe him and I said so. At least, you are one, and I am disguised like one.
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