We looked upon you, my dear Sir John, with reverence, almost with awe. It was not a hopeful looking group. “I will come—with pleasure,” she said, “if you will promise to treat me as a new acquaintance—not to refer to—Paris—at all. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. White,” the lady in black satin remarked.
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