At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called
Monsieur Valade. I will do my utmost. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of
methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. Why did he
care?
“I could never marry a girl who’s not a virgin. It was astonishing how often this
picture returned: cold rosy apples and flurries of snow. I could always
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tell right away whether my new foster home was going to
be good or bad. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. ”
“Well, perhaps it is a bit depressing. When my father died, and we were left
alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for
singing professionally or try painting. She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain
and silently watch him at work.
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