I had a hunch. He had the same dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features. But it is all over now, and presently there will be some one else. . . To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. ‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle.
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