“We will do Paris like the tourists, and thank God here comes dinner. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. I’m sick of this town and I can’t wait to get out. Ramage demurred. Were you born here, madame?’ ‘Mais non. The family always managed to make it home for supper, even though it was a dying custom. “I will not trouble you with any questions about the other occupants of the flats,” Mr. E. “No doubt about that, I fancy,” Meddoes answered lightly.
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