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She pulled his head around by one ear and set her cheek against his. From behind the maid who opened the door darted a lovely little girl of nine who shrieked "Daddy!" and flew up, struggling like a fish, into his arms. As he rang his brother-in-law's bell in the Rue Palatine, the wrinkle deepened till it pulled down his brows he felt a cramping sensation in his belly. The Irish mobility of his face was sobered by a deep wrinkle between his eyes. I didn't realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone." He was thirty-five, and good to look at. As they rolled on to the Left Bank and he felt its sudden provincialism, he thought, "I spoiled this city for myself. For some odd reason he wished that he had. Five-course dinner, four francs fifty, eighteen cents, wine included. He had never eaten at a really cheap restaurant in Paris. They were closing the iron grill in front of Brentano's Book-store, and people were already at dinner behind the trim little bourgeois hedge of Duval's.
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But he wanted to see the blue hour spread over the magnificent façade, and imagine that the cab horns, playing endlessly the first few bars of La Plus que Lent, were the trumpets of the Second Empire. The Place de la Concorde moved by in pink majesty they crossed the logical Seine, and Charlie felt the sudden provincial quality of the Left Bank.Ĭharlie directed his taxi to the Avenue de l'Opera, which was out of his way. At the corner of the Boulevard des Capucines he took a taxi.
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It was late afternoon and the streets were in movement the bistros gleamed. Wales?" "I'm here for four or five days to see my little girl." "Oh-h! You have a little girl?" Outside, the fire-red, gas-blue, ghost-green signs shone smokily through the tranquil rain. He called for the dice and shook with Alix for the drink. "Stocks rise and fall, people loaf or work, but they go on forever." The place oppressed him. Charlie watched a group of strident queens installing themselves in a corner. Now he's all bloated up-" He made a plump apple of his hands. "I don't understand it, such a dandy fellow.
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And when Paul finally told him he had to pay, he gave him a bad check." Alix shook his head sadly. He ran up a bill of thirty thousand francs, charging all his drinks and his lunches, and usually his dinner, for more than a year. "By the way, what's become of Claude Fessenden?" Alix lowered his voice confidentially: "He's in Paris, but he doesn't come here any more. "Remember the night of George Hardt's bachelor dinner here?" said Charlie. They don't know about me down there." Alix smiled.
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I'm in business in Prague, representing a couple of concerns there. "How do you find conditions in America?" "I haven't been to America for months. "I've stuck to it for over a year and a half now." "No, no more," Charlie said, "I'm going slow these days." Alix congratulated him: "You were going pretty strong a couple of years ago." "I'll stick to it all right," Charlie assured him. But Paul was at his country house today and Alix giving him information. Charlie asked for the head barman, Paul, who in the latter days of the bull market had come to work in his own custom-built car-disembarking, however, with due nicety at the nearest corner. When he turned into the bar he travelled the twenty feet of green carpet with his eyes fixed straight ahead by old habit and then, with his foot firmly on the rail, he turned and surveyed the room, encountering only a single pair of eyes that fluttered up from a newspaper in the corner. Passing through the corridor, he heard only a single, bored voice in the once-clamorous women's room. He felt the stillness from the moment he got out of the taxi and saw the doorman, usually in a frenzy of activity at this hour, gossiping with a chasseur by the servants' entrance. It was not an American bar any more-he felt polite in it, and not as if he owned it. But the stillness in the Ritz bar was strange and portentous. I haven't settled on a hotel yet." He was not really disappointed to find Paris was so empty. Charlie scribbled an address in his notebook and tore out the page. Schaeffer, is in Paris." Two familiar names from the long list of a year and a half ago. "Back in America, gone to work." "And where is the Snow Bird?" "He was in here last week.