He wriggled underneath her heaving body, pinned like an insect. It’s a mismatch. He savored the last solo, the coda. She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. “That young man was giving a luncheon party to a dozen friends at the Café de Paris to-day. ‘So it is that you have made Jacques betray me.
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