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“You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think
that I know you, do I?”
“I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be
encouraging. The
smell that emanated from the opening was abominable. To that,
perhaps, a large part of its satisfyingness was due. She rose
from her chair, and began walking up and down the room restlessly. "Jack," exclaimed the widow, starting up and drawing back the curtain. "No; I don't think I'd laugh. I thought that you loved Paris and your work so much. He had conveyed it to her, not
verbally, but by means of a letter, which seemed to her a singularly ignoble
method of prohibition.
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