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"But you mustn't indulge these gloomy thoughts. To-night we leave for Marseilles. I want to be a human being; I want to learn about things and know about things, and not to be protected as something too precious for life, cooped up in one narrow little corner. Nothing could occupy her attention long today, unless it concerned her situation. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. The Dawn Pearl; how well they had named her! The pearl without price—his and not his! He took her arm and drew it under his; and together they went down the veranda steps. He propped himself up on one arm, kissing her passionately. She was not very clear about the position and duties of a chorus-girl, but it certainly had the air of being a last desperate resort. And what a noise they made! This is how I used to call them.
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