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We were only—les autres. Then we find out. Even in the daylight, it had a sombre and suspicious air, and seemed to slink back from the adjoining houses, as if afraid of their society. ‘And your schooling?’ he pursued. ‘You!’ ‘Yes, it is I, mademoiselle,’ he continued in his own tongue. Do you think that it makes for happiness to force oneself into the extravagant belief that love is the only thing in the world worth having, and to sacrifice for it independence, self-respect, one’s whole scheme of life. Annabel shook her head. “I wonder if it is. And you talk like that! What the devil have you been up to, to land in this bog?" It was a cast at random. “It was poison—why not?” she answered. This is a mere boy.
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