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Mrs. Michelle moaned and Lucy, unable to help herself, stroked her hair. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. “I wish you didn’t. The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a yellow-haired young person near the door. She pocketed the sum total of his ready cash, about fortyeight dollars. 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. The doctor nodded to him curtly.
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