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‘You asked me just now for the truth—well, the truth about any girl is that once she's talked about she's done for; and the more she explains her case the worse it looks.’

Gerty continued: 'The important thing is that you should clear yourself—should tell your friends the whole truth.'
'The whole truth?' Miss Bart laughed. 'What is truth? Where a woman is concerned, it's the story that's easiest to believe. In this case it's a great deal easier to believe Bertha Dorset's story than mine, because she has a big house and an opera box, and it's convenient to be on good terms with her.'

His real detachment from her had taken place where he saw her definitely divided from him by the crudeness of a choice. It was before him again in its completeness—the choice in which she was content to rest: in the stupid coscliness of the food and the showy dulness of the talk, in the freedom of speech which never arrived at wit and the freedom of act which never made for romance.

Yes, she was matchless—it was the one word for her; and he could give his admiration the freer play because so little personal feeling remained in it.

But Monte Carlo is, of all places, the one where the human bond is least close, and odd sights are the least arresting.