Instead, they lived a Bohemian existence, moving from patron to patron, city to city. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress. She changed her mind that day, as her mother Marina had predicted. This Joan would hold them for a little. “That sounds so uncouth,” she murmured. I’d rather not go,” she added. “You must pack for me.
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