My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. Section 3. There's a hundred pounds too much. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. She looked, Dorothée said, just as she always looks. The other was to go into business—into a photographer’s reception-room, for example, or a costumer’s or hat-shop. His inclinations prompted him most decidedly to take the vacant chair.
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