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"It was the story of a man, so to speak, who had left his vitals in his native land and wandered strange paths emptily. Looked like them statues of the Holy Mother I see about the place. She propped a pillow against his padded headboard and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly crossed. What more is there to be said? She defies me!” It was extraordinary. “Don’t you understand? It is I whom you cared for in Paris, not Anna. He went over his interview with her again, their conversation at dinner-time.
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