“In Paris our lives were far apart, and we had seldom the same friends. “I have a letter for you, and no end of messages. I presume that I may not kiss you in the street?” “Certainly not, sir,” she replied, laughing. But at this point he was still subservient, still outwardly humble, in spite of the blackhearted villainy that was even then burgeoning in his breast. He was really very bright and clever, with a sort of conversational boldness that was just within the limits of permissible daring. CHAPTER VIII.
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