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Portrait of Leonard Merrick Leonard Merrick The Man Who Understood Women and Other Stories… (1919)

When I am old and grey, it will be living to me still—his voice, his touch, and the joy that was singing in my heart.
And by-and-by we all went out. "I have pennies to spend," pleaded my lover, "let's be lavish!" Could I be wise on such a night? Away we sped from Montparnasse into the Paris where the cabs darted and the cafés glittered; and we had syrups and fizzy waters under the trees in the starlight, and made believe that we were rich. I thought Miss Niblett must have been in love herself once upon a time—she was so tactful.
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Portrait of Leonard Merrick Leonard Merrick The Man Who Understood Women and Other Stories… (1919)

I have never seen a city that opens its eyes so good-humouredly as Paris. In pictures it is always shown to us at night with its myriad lamps shining, or in the afternoon when it is frivolous, and its fountains flash; but, in my own little unimportant opinion, if one would know Paris at its sweetest and its best, one should get up very, very early, and behold it smiling when it wakes to work.
I have told you that we lived up ninety-eight stairs
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Portrait of Leonard Merrick Leonard Merrick The Man Who Understood Women and Other Stories… (1919)

But I never told you it was a student's supper. That student was an invention of your own."
We rolled along luxuriously. To my bewilderment, it seemed that all the capital was astir that night. Crowds, crowds everywhere in the brilliant streets—Paris was a panorama of lights and faces. After a while we began to move more slowly, other vehicles impeded us. I could hear the jangling of horses' bits, the orders of the police.
"We're drawing close," said my lover.
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