With a curt command to her cavalier to get up on the box and give the direction
to the interested coachman, he jumped in beside the girl and shut them both into
privacy. “We have a small studio,” she murmured, “in the Rue de St. ‘Who is that man? What has he to do with you? No, don’t tell me. ‘Do you need an excuse?’
‘Oh, you know what doctors are. Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it. When she slipped off of it her head started to bob,
filled with air. He grew even
harder. He greeted the corpulent
boy at the register, whose tag read, \"MY NAME IS
Jason\" with familiarity. She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something
enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite
relief.
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