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muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared,
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posture and stooping so that her eyes would be on the level with his when he
awoke. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind
blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug.
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