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I have always managed to survive, haven’t I?” She was eager to stop talking about her parents. Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly. She had fallen asleep. “I don’t understand. ’ ‘Hadn’t the wit, you mean. Capes.
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