Wait, though. He took her to Burger King, still amused by her taste in food. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. Free, there is nothing left to her but the canal. From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be styled, the Marquis de Chatillon. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so.
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