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Ch. 11: Beautiful Blonde Emeralds

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"particularly as nothing could have been more calculated to put my young friend off you than that?"
"How is that?" she said, powdering her nose, and look­ing at me out of her great eyes, her large rather prominent eyes that looked so strangely childlike.
"A friendship based upon champagne cannot be an alluring prospect for a young man who has just arrived in Paris with his way to make," said Monsieur Gotin smugly.
"But I only make those pay who have the money," she replied, "and whose only attraction is a well-stuffed pocket-book. You know, Coco, that when it suits me I can be generous, and for the time being I have no amant."
Whereupon she started to talk to me in great good humour, asking me about myself and drawing me out marvellously. "You speak very good French," she said graciously.
"You flatter me, mademoiselle," I said. "My French is school French and I am not fluent, I fear."
"That is just why you should at once adopt the only method of acquiring real fluency in our beautiful lan­guage," she said slyly.
"What method is that?" asked I, thinking of Ollendorf.
"To sleep with your teacher," she said.
"That will do," said Monsieur Gotin severely.
"It will indeed," said Margot, "since you are determined to frustrate me, Coco. But all the same, I tell you that your young friend shall become my friend. But now I must leave you, messieurs," she said, rising. "I must go and find someone willing to part with ten louis for the
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