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I don’t conceal it. There was now a girl in the picture, so it seemed. “I know,” she said quietly, “that Paris, where she has been so much admired, is not a good place for her. “But it makes me feel inhuman,” he added. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. ” “Can’t we arrange something? Can’t we make a sort of treaty?” “He wouldn’t keep it. .
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