Excerpt: A Figure from the Common Lot (Paris)

Posted by ractrose on 25 Jul 2020 in Fiction, Novels

A Figure from the Common Lot Paris (two)                   “But I am never there. I only sleep there.” Once more Gremot had shrugged when Broughton, calling attention to his cough, asked, “You do not find the arrangement rather―to state the matter bluntly―squalid?” In the indifferent way in […]