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Sanine

Page 105

Sarudine flushed to the roots of his hair. Had she called him "wretch,"

or "villain," he could have borne that calmly, but "brute" was such a

coarse word so absolutely opposed to his conception of his own engaging

personality, that it utterly stunned him. Even the whites of his eyes

became bloodshot. He sniggered uneasily, shrugged his shoulders,

buttoned and then unbuttoned his jacket, feeling thoroughly upset. But

simultaneously a sense of satisfaction and relief waxed greater within

him. All was at an end. It irked him to think that he would never again

possess such a woman as Lida, that he had lost so comely and desirable

a mistress. But he dismissed all such regret with a gesture of disdain.

"Devil take the lot! I can get hold of as many as I please!"

He put his jacket straight, and, his lips still quivering, lit a

cigarette. Then assuming his wonted air of nonchalance, he returned to

his guests.

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