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You have changed from the veriest butterfly to a woman—you wear different clothes, you have the air of another world. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. Anything. ’ The possibility was indeed remote, for there had been no trouble with France since the Peace of Versailles had been signed six years ago. Her moods were many and always striking. There must be real Valjeans, else how could authors write about them? Supposing some day she met one of these astonishing creators, who could make one cry and laugh and forget, who could thrill one with love and anger and tenderness? Most of us have witnessed carnivals. The echoes of his hard, unpleasant laugh reached Anna on her way upstairs. \"Hi Missy, have you met Lucy Albert?\" Lucy contrived a smile. " "What's that?" "Think it over," said McClintock, grimly. It was not simply that all the rooms were rearranged and everybody dressed in unusual fashions, and all the routines of life abolished and put away: people’s tempers and emotions also seemed strangely disturbed and shifted about.
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