She does all these things called social vagaries because she has a fine scorn for the innate hypocrisy of the social organization of this country.

She loves freedom not wisely but too well.

To go on: "Monsieur wrongs me also," she said.

"In what are termed my escapades I am alone.

You appealed to me," with a directness which amazed me, "because of your handsome face, your elegant form, your bright eyes.
You are a man who loves adventure which has the spice of danger in it.
My countrymen----." She crooked one of her bare shoulders, which shone like yellow ivory in the subdued light.