Paris is not the place for two young girls. ’ The girl nodded understandingly. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion. Wood, now more buxom and more gorgeously arrayed than ever,—as well as a young and beautiful female, in whom he was at no loss to recognise the carpenter's daughter.
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