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“In Paris our lives were far apart, and we had seldom the same friends. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. “We have a small studio,” she murmured, “in the Rue de St. ’ ‘You are not on my side at all, and it will be better that, instead of saying such things to him, you would say them to yourself.
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