It may not be just, it may not be fair, but things are so. She fluttered it with a trembling hand, averting her eyes from his, and he could hear her uneven breath behind it. The life with which he had endued these sheets of paper began to beckon imperiously. Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly.
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