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Her expression was a little changed, less innocent, more discerning. I ought to have gone long ago. She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid. All these circumstances,—slight in themselves, but powerful in their effect,—touched the heart of the widowed carpenter, and added to his depression. Only how had they missed him? Were they imbecile? Or perhaps the mists had concealed him from them. She had refused to eat human beings when she had first learned her fate. Paris looms behind—a tragedy of strange recollections—here she emerges Phœnix-like, subtly developed, a flawless woman, beautiful, self-reliant, witty, a woman with the strange gift of making all others beside her seem plain or vulgar. ” “Yes, you have a sharp mind. Books! Aren't they wonderful?" The blind alley of life stretching out before her, with its secret doorways and hidden menaces; and she was unconcerned. Their houses became a refuge of ill repute, the source of rumor and intrigue in the highest echelons of society. Keeping hold of the doorhandle, she turned slowly. She threw him his car keys.
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