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I have been used to living in apartments in Paris, but I suppose the system is different here. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. She made noises between weeping and laughter as she went. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. ‘And I’d like to know what the devil—’ ‘Out of town?’ repeated Melusine, stupefied. Were you born here, madame?’ ‘Mais non. His car was there.
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