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Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily. ‘What do you mean?’ Gerald grinned. ” “Would you mind telling me,” Anna asked, “how long I knew you in Paris?” He looked at her sideways. "All I want is to be happy!" she said aloud, as if she were asking for something of such ordinary value that God would readily accord it to her because there was so little demand for the commodity. He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form.
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