I do not wish to return to Paris. I hate what I am. " "You hear, my son," said the widow eagerly. Life is two things, that’s how I see it; two things mixed and muddled up together. “Do you know,” she said, “that every one is remarking how ill you look. ” She peered at him through the semi-blackness.
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