French People

Here, in this apparently empty, hostile building, before cold hostile eyes, the unimaginable seemed about to happen.
They didn't seem to want her, they didn't even appear to want her money. They were going to send her away and back to London without her Dior dress.
"Lumme!" she cried, "ain't you Frenchies got any 'eart? You there, so smooth and cool! Didn't you ever want anything so bad you could cry every time you thought about it? Ain't you ever stayed awake at nights wanting somefink and shivering, because maybe you couldn't never 'ave it?"
Her words struck like a knife to the heart of Mme Colbert who night after night had been doing just that, lying awake and shivering from the ache to be able to do something for her man.

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French people are just like anyone else, plain and kind, only maybe a little dirtier.