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The one through which she had come and Gosse had entered behind her. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. "Fire! That was what drew me to you in the beginning. That suggested delicacy; and yet her young body was strong and vital. Paris looms behind—a tragedy of strange recollections—here she emerges Phœnix-like, subtly developed, a flawless woman, beautiful, self-reliant, witty, a woman with the strange gift of making all others beside her seem plain or vulgar. It's a bad omen to be thrown near that door. We’re regarded as inflammable litter that mustn’t be left about.
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