C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson

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C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson The Motor Maid — Chapter 27 (1910)

As I turned to get them, Bertie smiled at me again, and threw me a last glance as he followed my mistress out of the room.
I begin to be afraid there is an innate vanity in me which nothing can thoroughly eradicate without tearing me up by the roots; for when I was ready to alter that red dress, instead of trying to make it look as ridiculous as possible, something forced me to do my best, to study fitness and becomingness.
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C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson The Motor Maid — Chapter 27 (1910)

Louis was married, and looked at the beautiful thirteenth-century glass in the windows, and the strange frescoes; we rushed in and out of Notre Dame du Port, stopping on the way in the Place where the first Crusade was proclaimed, and to gaze at the house and statue of Pascal. Jack would squander some of his extremely hard earned money on a box of the burnt almonds for which Clermont-Ferrand is celebrated; and when we had seen everything I dared stop to see, he ran the car to Montferrand, to show me some ancient and wonderful houses, famous all over France.
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C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson The Motor Maid — Chapter 27 (1910)

After half an hour at table in the servants' hall, there was nothing left for me to find out about the owners of the castle and their guests; but the principal interest of everyone seemed to centre upon the affair between Mr. Herbert Stokes and the heiress sister of Madame la Marquise. There were even bets among the valets as to how it was to end, and Bertie's man, who looked as if he could speak volumes if he would, was a person of importance.
All the men admired Miss Nelson extremely, but the women were divided in opinion.
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