He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. En tout cas, why had he not returned? She pondered the question as, later, she paced about her favourite retreat. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare. Morningside Park was a suburb that had not altogether, as people say, come off. It had her raven locks, her pouting lips. . “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. The world into which she was so boldly venturing was going to be wonderful, but never so wonderful as the world within these paper covers.
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