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Like the parrot, she could memorize the lines, but she could not understand them. ” Sebastian drove on. " So there was always plenty of mail. “Not really. “That young man was giving a luncheon party to a dozen friends at the Café de Paris to-day. I couldn’t help the thought. Near the door stood a pile of deal planks, behind which the carpenter ensconced himself in order to reconnoitre, unobserved, the proceedings of his idle apprentice. The signs of tears had all gone, but some subtle change seemed to have stolen into her face. I stole away and walked to the railway station.
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