She loved for him to regale her with the stories of his past, the days of ancient Greece. She looked at the white ankle socks on her feet and was reminded simultaneously of her pajama outfit and the suitcase that still lay underneath the bed. His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olive complexion. I didn’t ought to have sent for him. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug.
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