Life! Life and love! It makes me want to be always young, always strong, always devoting my life—and dying splendidly. Least of all myself. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering. “Oh, there’s no doubt of it! Since the girls of the eighties broke bounds and sailed away on bicycles—my young days go back to the very beginnings of that —it’s been one triumphant relaxation.
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