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of the Gare du Nord, waiting for Mrs. Bailey's train, which was due to
arrive from Lacville at eleven o'clock.
Though he looked as if he hadn't a care in the world save the pleasant
care of enjoying the present and looking forward to the future, life was
very grey just now to the young Frenchman.
To a Parisian, Paris in hot weather is a depressing place, even under the
pleasantest of circumstances, and the Count felt an alien and an outcast
in the city where he had spent much of his careless and happy youth.
His sister, the Duchesse d'Eglemont, who had journeyed all the way from
Brittany to see him for two or three days, had received him with that
touch of painful affection which the kindly and the prosperous so often
bestow on those whom they feel to be at once beloved and prodigal.
When with his dear Marie-Anne, Paul de Virieu always felt as though he
had been condemned to be guillotined, and as if she were doing everything
to make his last days on earth as pleasant as possible.
When he had proposed that his sister should ask his new friend, this
English widow he had met at Lacville, to luncheon--nay more, when he had
asked Marie-Anne to lend Mrs.
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