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“It was the night you left Paris. I shall want you. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his bedside. And yet, the doctor recalled an expression of the girl's: that it was not a dissipated face, only troubled. You denied it, remembering that I had called myself Anna. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling. During that period she has been a model of propriety.
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