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"
Did
you
accompany
your
husband
to
America
,
Madame
?
"
"
No
,
Monsieur
.
"
She
smiled
,
flushed
a
little
.
"
We
were
not
married
then
;
we
have
only
been
married
a
year
.
"
"
Ah
yes
,
thank
you
,
Madame
.
By
the
way
,
does
your
husband
smoke
?
"
She
stared
at
him
as
she
stood
poised
for
departure
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
A
pipe
?
"
"
No
.
Cigarettes
and
cigars
.
"
"
Ah
!
Thank
you
.
"
She
lingered
;
her
eyes
watched
him
curiously
.
Lovely
eyes
they
were
,
dark
and
almond
shaped
,
with
very
long
black
lashes
that
swept
the
exquisite
pallor
of
her
cheeks
.
Her
lips
,
very
scarlet
,
in
the
foreign
fashion
,
were
parted
just
a
little
.
She
looked
exotic
and
beautiful
.
"
Why
did
you
ask
me
that
?
"
