He had nothing to guide him; for though the torches were blazing ruddily below, their gleam fell only on the side of the building. Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly. The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet.
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