Emile’s fist crashed into her temple and stars exploded in her vision. This was in Tennessee. “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. . Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her.
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