They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. "Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in the corner cupboard. . . You know not what a wretched guilty thing I am. Even the teachers were getting restless, the seniors gnawing hard at the bit as graduation teased.
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