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‘
Della
bella
Gowana
,
sir
,
as
they
say
in
Italy
.
Of
the
Gowan
,
the
fair
Gowan
.
’
‘
Of
whose
husband
you
were
the
—
follower
,
I
think
?
’
‘
Sir
?
Follower
?
You
are
insolent
.
The
friend
.
’
‘
Do
you
sell
all
your
friends
?
’
Rigaud
took
his
cigarette
from
his
mouth
,
and
eyed
him
with
a
momentary
revelation
of
surprise
.
But
he
put
it
between
his
lips
again
,
as
he
answered
with
coolness
:
‘
I
sell
anything
that
commands
a
price
.
How
do
your
lawyers
live
,
your
politicians
,
your
intriguers
,
your
men
of
the
Exchange
?
How
do
you
live
?
How
do
you
come
here
?
Have
you
sold
no
friend
?
Lady
of
mine
!
I
rather
think
,
yes
!
’
Clennam
turned
away
from
him
towards
the
window
,
and
sat
looking
out
at
the
wall
.
‘
Effectively
,
sir
,
’
said
Rigaud
,
‘
Society
sells
itself
and
sells
me
:
and
I
sell
Society
.
I
perceive
you
have
acquaintance
with
another
lady
.
Also
handsome
.
A
strong
spirit
.
Let
us
see
.
How
do
they
call
her
?
Wade
.
’
He
received
no
answer
,
but
could
easily
discern
that
he
had
hit
the
mark
.
