“In Paris your sister appeared to me to be a charming student of frivolity. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. ‘André? Que dit-il?’ ‘My wife does not understand,’ said the fellow, frowning deeply. “I wonder if there are any good women really. But what a monster was this Emile. It was she! The Dawn Pearl! He vaulted the veranda rail, careless now whether or not he was heard, and ran down to the beach. You're on the way to big things. “Beautiful these autumn flowers are,” said Ann Veronica, in a wide, uncomfortable pause. Miss Klegg and the youngest girl made a vigorous attack on Miss Garvice, who had said she thought women lost something infinitely precious by mingling in the conflicts of life.
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