The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. "Do you mean to tell me he's come and gone in an hour? What the devil kind of a father is he?" Spurlock shook his head. She found pieces of it on the blacktop near the green dumpster, amazingly small pieces considering the fabric’s original heft. She loved to be there, taking part in it all, breathing it, being it. Here they remained till midnight when, calling for their reckoning and their steeds, they left the house. I thought that Hill was dead, but I was frightened, and I wanted to get away from Paris.
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