Ambition, for most of the Eurasian girls at Cambodia's Descartes Seminary, consisted mainly of the wish one day to marry a French white-collar worker, a clerk, for instance, at the Banque de I'Indochine. But slim, delicate, bronzed Monique Izzi, daughter of a half-French, half-Italian father and a Cambodian mother, had quite another idea. Better, she thought, a real prince, even a Cambodian one with concubines, than a mere wage-earning European. A fragile and lovely center of interest in a bikini bathing suit by the pool at Le Cercle Sportif, Monique gave the cold shoulder to all European suitors and...
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