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I followed you home on the train. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. He walked unsteadily towards the door. “In Paris your sister appeared to me to be a charming student of frivolity. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. “I would marry your sister anyhow, under any circumstances,” he answered.
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