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The carte de jour was before Monsieur. But he has never been near her—never. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. ” “This,” Anna declared, as she sipped her wine and looked around her, “reminds me more of Paris than any place I have yet seen. I don’t care. I am loved. What could I do at home? The other’s a crumple-up—just surrender.
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