joy, to see he dough. And now she weeps for absence.

    But still ser, for s and ual, if only as a aking matters into my oer, above stairs to make a personal inquiry of to  be.

    t quilted smoking jacket mucs t on very o ive language. And I never sater man; one or t felt t;oquot; in quot;rotundquot;. If aken aback by tion of t of too muc to s by a jump or start, asks,  poi de fran?aise, I stammer out:

    quot;t de c of your last visit --quot;

    quot;A; ;Le pauvre,quot; he adds.

    s lugubriously down his museau.

    quot;Une crise de foie.  mort.quot;

    I blanc gentleman, offers me a restorative snifter of  as it  trust Sirs incinerated tastes, and I can feel it put  as it goes eructating dotle, in ic affability ocrats, I give  of ake to be tances of my conception,  valet er soufflé.

    quot;I  soufflé,quot; says t;Best I ever eat. Sent my compliments to truly exigeant gourmet to go easy on t time.quot;

    So t rut! teful he message!

    I te toucory,  after, my mots up a lobster soufflé in (I believe) remembrance of Jean-Jacques, and le of bubbly in memory of ted until ting all tion of a tender sensibility, says tear:

    quot;tell you e to my ex-valet, slip do;

    quot;O; I stammer. quot;You are too good!quot;

    Forto tco find my mot beginning tly, as tter melts like t of ted ceals open and in tippytoes ter matc say. tctalion all turn t of respect for tic moment, but I myself, tect of it, cannot forbear to peep.

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