I do not wish to return to Paris. She went into shock. Never had he been so intrigued. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. “A wonderful piece of work,” he declared. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers.
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