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I loitered in the shop as you
chatted with the butcher’s girl. The first of these, situated a the south of the
building, with the exception of one ward over the gateway, was allotted to the
better class of debtors, whose funds enabled them to defray their chamber-rent,
fees, and garnish. There was the same airy grace of movement, the
same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. There was a strained, eager expression on his face. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that
fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. I was stupid—stupid
and impulsive beyond measure to burst upon you in this way. No matter how much you tell me,
you will always keep something back. “I ought to have done. Yet you make our Bohemianism
seem like a vulgar thing.
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