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Updated: June 24, 2025
As she disappeared down the stairs Cecile, who was on the bright side of thirty, with a smooth, clear skin and chestnut-coloured hair, pushed out her under-lip slowly and shook her head. "La vieillesse!" she murmured. "La vieillesse amoureuse! Quelle horreur!" Lady Sellingworth had never given the maid any confidence about her secret reasons for doing this or that. But Cecile was a Parisian.
They made all their gestures together and chanted without ceasing: "O horreur, O mystére! Il est mort. Mon Dieu, ayez pitié de nous!" "De Grace!" cried the prima donna. "Jamais, jamais!" echoed the tenor, striking his breast and pointing with his sword. "O mystére!" chanted the chorus, while the basso struck his hand upon his sword hilt, growling "Mon honneur et ma foi." The orchestra redoubled.
"Or," interrupted Craven, "until you are comfortably married." "Comfortably married!" she cried. "Quelle horreur!" "I had no idea Americans were so romantic," said Lady Sellingworth, with just a touch of featherweight malice. "Americans! I believe the longing for romance covers both sexes and all the human race." She let her eyes go into Craven's.
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