I dance and dance. A beautiful serpent coils itself along the Persian carpet, an Egyptian amphora tilts forward, pouring forth a cascade of perfumed hair, a blue and stormy cloud rises and floats away, a feline beast springs forwards…
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Salomon turns the color of his hair, brick-red; even his shirty eyes go bloodshot, but from his full, pleasant mouth pours a flood of almost amorous supplications.
“My darling, my pet, don’t start saying silly things. I’ve…”
M. Haume’s conviction and the catalogue of his woes were already becoming tedious… Then – as though suddenly inspired – I cried “Have you tried to get Paris on the telephone?”
He brushed my suggestion aside with a sweep of the…
I studied the bottom of my cup, then I furtively glanced up at Claudine who happened to be looking at me and who murmured very low to her husband, as if she were talking to herself:
“What marvelous eyes Annie’s got, hasn’t she, Renaud…”