"Where are you going?" she asked. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in
Southwark. Perhaps that was the reason
that they both remained standing. You steered and I rowed stroke. Detached, it was not impossible that she would
be forced to leave the dining room because of invading tears. We can’t afford to
turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our
goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. Rowland's purposes were, however, defeated in a manner as
unexpected as appalling. My only excuse is that I missed my way here, and I am leaving
Paris early to-morrow morning. It saved long voyages and long waits; and the buyers
rarely grumbled because the prices were stiff.
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