“I wanted to go to an art-student ball of which he disapproved. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips. I do not wish to return to Paris. I love some one else. Fifteen from forty is twenty-five.
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