Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly. It was only a few months ago that I told you you must come to London, and you only laughed at me. I will remember them, Sebastian, along with my mother and father, and all the others I came to love and lose. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. "Yes," answered the girl.
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