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They were horrible people. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own natural buoyancy. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. They walked side by side for a time. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. I want to leave Paris to-day—this very day.
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