You are not ‘Alcide. The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes. Collins, you can go now. ‘That’s why I’m asking. ‘I am not French in the least, bête. But heavens, I must pack!” She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from which she emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. ” He was dismissed, and he understood it. A brief calm succeeded. But always this new phase in life which civilization called convention threw up barrier after barrier. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness.
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