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The boy would never
know just how lucky he was. Chapter IV
THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST
“You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna
said lightly. No further
responsibility whatever. Miss Stanley, it was manifest, had given him Ann Veronica’s address. "Caught!" shouted the head-turnkey. Don’t ask me how. I hardly see you anymore. Charvill did nothing to ease their path and it was left to the man to open
negotiations, which he did by producing a set of folded papers, slowly
approaching the general, and holding them out at arms’ length. I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason. I am no use for a clerk,
because I do not understand shorthand. I was happy to oblige
them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all
the miserable sun.
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