No! What he imparted to the Editor were no emotions, but mere facts conveyed in a deliberate voice and in uninspired words.
"That young lady came and sat down by me.

She said: 'Are you French, Mr.
Renouard ?'" He had breathed a whiff of perfume of which he said nothing either--of some perfume he did not know.

Her voice was low and distinct.

Her shoulders and her bare arms gleamed with an extraordinary splendour, and when she advanced her head into the light he saw the admirable contour of the face, the straight fine nose with delicate nostrils, the exquisite crimson brushstroke of the lips on this oval without colour.

The expression of the eyes was lost in a shadowy mysterious play of jet and silver, stirring under the red coppery gold of the hair as though she had been a being made of ivory and precious metals changed into living tissue.
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