Where is Grey Wind? She knew the direwolf had returned
Mascarin, however, only paid attention to Paul and the young girl, and a sarcastic smile curled his lips.
"What do you think of her?" asked he.
"She is adorable!" answered Paul, enthusiastically.
"I should fall at her feet if she had not a sou."
Mascarin gave a little cough, and adjusted his glasses.
"Should you, my lad?" said he to himself; "whether your admiration is for the girl or her money, you are in my grip."
"Would you not like to know her name?"
Paul was in the seventh heaven, and now boldly turned his eyes on the girl, forgetting that owing to the numerous mirrors, she could see his every movement.
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