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“Here lived Prince Sernine: Prince Sernine, one of the most brilliant members of the Russian colony in Paris, whose name was constantly recurring in the “Arrivals and Departures” column in the newspapers.
Eleven o’clock in the morning. The prince entered his study. He was a man of thirty-eight or forty years of age, whose chestnut hair was mingled with a few silver threads on the temples. He had a fresh, healthy complexion and wore a large mustache and a pair of whiskers cut extremely short,... so as to be hardly noticeable against the fresh skin of his cheeks.
He was smartly dressed in a tight-fitting frock-coat and a white drill waistcoat, which showed above the opening.
“Come on!” he said, in an undertone. “I have a hard day’s work before me, I expect.”
He opened a door leading into a large room where a few people sat waiting, and said: “Is Varnier there? Come in, Varnier.”MoreLess
Eleven o’clock in the morning. The prince entered his study. He was a man of thirty-eight or forty years of age, whose chestnut hair was mingled with a few silver threads on the temples. He had a fresh, healthy complexion and wore a large mustache and a pair of whiskers cut extremely short,... so as to be hardly noticeable against the fresh skin of his cheeks.
He was smartly dressed in a tight-fitting frock-coat and a white drill waistcoat, which showed above the opening.
“Come on!” he said, in an undertone. “I have a hard day’s work before me, I expect.”
He opened a door leading into a large room where a few people sat waiting, and said: “Is Varnier there? Come in, Varnier.”MoreLess
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