The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. A young lad—Roding took him for a footman, or a groom by the neat black garb—was halted some paces away from Valade, his hat in his hand as he made pretence of fanning himself. Marry me. She threw him his car keys. “You needn’t be anxious about that! I shall contrive to live. ‘Bête,’ she flung at him.
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