But he seized the chance to entrap her fingers, fan and all, and look deeply into her eyes. You really ought not to stay here and talk to us. Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls.
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