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” “It gives in a nutshell the miracle of art and the imagination. ’ ‘Listen. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. I am afraid, Anna, just a little afraid, that in Paris I and my friends here might seem a trifle advanced. It would surely be only common politeness to drop her a hint—a fellow countrywoman too. " "Because he said he was a Yale man?" "That might be it. And now," she added, glancing contemptuously at the woollen-draper, "I'll go to Jack Sheppard. Her desires were not for riches. Here she would find candy awaiting her, bits of ribbon, books.
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