“Yet it is my last evening, and I think —if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. Only one penny—two copies—two pence—thank you, Sir. She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace.
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