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Meanwhile the voices of Fifi and the gigolo grew louder. 'I tell you,' said the gigolo
, 'that I must go to Nice this afternoon. It is necessary — I am forced.' His voice
was apologetic but sullen, with a hint of the bully. The male straining at his bonds.
That afternoon Roseau met Sylvius, alias the gigolo, in the garden of the hotel.
She had made up her mind to destest him. What excuse for the gigolo ? None —
none whatever. There he was with his mistress in Cannes and his mistress in
For the gigolo had chosen the illness of his grandmother as a pretext for his
abrupt departure. One day Fifi despatched by post a huge wreath of flowers — it
appeared that the gigolo's grandmother had departed this life. Then silence.
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TIGERS ARE BETTER-LOOKINGUser Review - Kirkus
This continues and no doubt concludes the republication of the works of Jean Rhys — a collection of her short stories from her earliest (1927) ones to those of the '60's. Anything Jean Rhys wrote is ... Read full review
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