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seems to me just talk; it seems to me like the fancy of a dream. Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He
waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. It was
hard to associate her with the stories which he and all Paris had heard of
“Alcide. I’ve told them all that was necessary, but I—
wanted to ask your pardon—for having made myself a nuisance to you, and for
breaking into your rooms—and to thank you—the doctor says you bound up my
wound—or I should have bled to death. What beasts men are! I
cannot typewrite, my three stories are still wandering round, two milliners have
refused me as a lay figure because business was so bad. Miss Ellicot, for instance, considers me a most improper person. “Lucy, you. "
Upon which, he set off in the direction of the entry.
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