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gone before he sent for Emmanuelle.”
    “It’s a pity,” Ariane remarked in a tone of sincere regret. “She would have been a tremendous success.”
    “But I don’t see why he should have thought Emmanuelle was safer in Paris,” one of the half-naked girls said ironically. “I’m sure she wasn’t neglected there!”
    Ariane looked at Emmanuelle with what seemed to be increased interest.
    “That’s true,” one of her acolytes commented phlegmatically. “Her husband must not be jealous if he left her alone like that for a whole year.”
    “It wasn’t a year, it was only six months!” Emmanuelle corrected her. She scrutinized the rounded contours of the vulva which was so close to her that she could have touched it with her lips by leaning forward slightly.
    “I think he was right not to bring you with him when he came here,” said O’s mistress. “He was in the north most of the time during the last few months; he didn’t even have a house and he had to stay in a hotel whenever he was in Bangkok. It wouldn’t have been a decent life for you.” And she added immediately, “How do you like your villa? I hear it’s delightful.”
    “Oh, it’s not really finished yet; it still lacks some furniture. What I like most about it is the garden, with its big trees. You’ll have to come and see it,” Emmanuelle concluded politely.
    “You’ll still be alone in Bangkok for three-quarters of the year, won’t you?” asked a member of Ariane’s retinue.
    “Of course not,” Emmanuelle replied with a touch of irritation. “Now that the engineers are all settled in Yarn Hee, Jean won’t have to go there any more. He’ll have plenty to do at the main office. He’ll stay with me all the time.”
    “It doesn’t matter,” Ariane said with a reassuring laugh, “Bangkok is a big city.”
    Since Emmanuelle did not seem to understand why the size of the city was important, Ariane explained: “The office will take up most of his time, you’ll see. You’ll have all the time and space you need for maneuvering your admirers. It’s lucky all the able-bodied men in this country aren’t as busy as our husbands! Do you drive?”
    “Yes, but I’m afraid of getting lost in that tangle of impossible streets. Jean is giving me the chauffeur until I’ve learned to find my way around.”
    “It won’t take you long to learn what you need to know. And I’ll guide you.”
    “In other words, Ariane will see to it that you’re led astray!”
    “Nonsense! Emmanuelle doesn’t need me for that. But I would like her to tell me about her escapades. Minoute is right—Paris is the only place where you can really swing.”
    “I have nothing to tell,” Emmanuelle objected weakly. She felt almost wretched.
    “Don’t worry,” said the one who seemed most eager to know her secrets, “we’ll be as quiet as the grave.”
    “But what can I tell you? During the whole time I was in France,” Emmanuelle said with sudden strength and serenity, “I never deceived my husband.”
    Silence reigned among the women for a few moments. They seemed to be evaluating the scope of that declaration. Emmanuelle’s tone of sincerity had impressed them. Ariane looked at her with a little disgust. Was this girl a prude? And yet, judging from her bathing suit . . .
    “How long have you been married?” she asked.
    “Nearly a year,” answered Emmanuelle. And she added, to make them jealous of her youth, “I was married at eighteen.” Then she said abruptly, for fear of letting them regain the advantage, “A year of marriage, and half of it away from each other! You can imagine how glad I am to be with Jean again.”
    The young women nodded, as though to show that they understood her feelings. Actually they were thinking, “She’s not one of us.”
    “Would you like to come to my house for a milk shake?”
    Until now, Emmanuelle had not noticed the girl who had just leaped to her feet. But she was already amused by the expression of