That is my way, my dear. "Drink this," cried Jonathan, handing her the cup. She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat.
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