Out of the Past — page 95: what you’re looking at

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92 Out of the Past. wraps on at the door, Rose looked up pleadingly to M. Vignaud. “Can you not help her ?” “I!” Then he said, gently: “It is useless for us to talk of it. You will never see this side of life as it is. There is no one from whom she would scorn help as she would from me. A long time ago you could have won her over, but now—shun her! Shun her like a plague. She is a destroyer.” Rose was too tired for further remonstrance. She raised her face to make one more plea, but it was chilled on her lips by sounds within the house which rose sud- denly upon her and hurried her from the door. Having closed the carriage and having given his coachman ex- plicit directions, M. Vignaud re-entered his house, where pandemonium now reigned. With a frown upon his face, he called Saline to him in the hall. “Send these canaille home,” he commanded. “What?” “Send them home.” “But supper x “Let them get their suppers at the cafés where they belong.” bs “Oh, Henri—no-no-no,” she murmured, touching his hands with adorable gentleness. “You are angry, and I COMME DOOMKS n(EC)