"Don't go, I beg of you!" she implored. I even offered him back the half interest he had sold to me. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. “But you yourself,” she exclaimed, glancing into his face, “you too look tired.
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