CHAPTER TEN
That house that I took her to yesterday is quite famous for its peculiarities. In other words it is a brothel...
Clara walked up the stairs to the indicated room and comfortably reclined on the bed. She kept her clothes on. A man entered shortly afterwards. I was able to see him from the mirror that was in the alcove. He smiled at Clara and I felt my heart throb in my chest. My muscles knotted up.
He approached. Clara watched him without moving.
The man appeared to be a peasant and I am sure he was. His dress was entirely banal and the contrast between him and such a distinguished woman was frightening. It effected my snobbish blood.
He appeared to be surprised to find such an outstanding feature in the place and in his awkwardness he made a move toward the door as though
