Out of the Past — page 85: what you’re looking at

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82 Out of the Past. Rose reached Paris the next evening at eight o’clock and drove to the Boulevard Haussman, expecting to be late. But the house was quiet and expectant, and she was shown to a dressing-room richly appointed, where Mme. Vignaud greeted her, taking her wraps and sending away the maid. “You beautiful little thing,’ she exclaimed, framing Rose’s face between her hands. “I am so glad you are here. No one will come for ages (they are always late, and Mimi has quarreled with—but that’s another matter). The great thing is, we can talk. It is warm. Will you take a sherbet and an iced cup now? Have you dined? There will be supper afterward, of course. No wine? Then a cup of tea. Now, lie down and rest. You are pretty! All the lines of your body are so fine and yet so pretty.” As Rose sat up very straight Saline exclaimed anx- iously : “You don’t mind my saying that, do your It’s true and you can’t help it, and you ought really to be thankful. I would give my height and what they call my splendor in one moment for your fineness—it is so deeply attractive, that fineness of yours. Now,” she exclaimed, walking be- fore a great mirror, “I haven’t at all what would seem to EONMNICOOOKSn€@)