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« La grande folie encore inexplorée des femmes »

« It was a limpid black night, hung as in a basket form a single dull star. »

« It was a limpid black night, hung in a basket from a single dull star. The horn of the car ahead was muffled by the resistance of the thick air. Brady’s chauffeur drove slowly; the tail-light of the other car appeared from time to time at turnings — then not at all. But after ten minutes it came into sight again, drawn up at the side of the road. »

« C'était une nuit noire et limpide, suspendue dans un panier par une seule étoile terne. »