‘They cannot be worse than mine in English, monsieur. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. She had become unashamed of her nudity, altogether unfocused on her appearance. ” “How can you say such things?” “But he would!” “Still, it isn’t your place to say so. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. " "Surely, you haven't stolen it?" "Stolen's an awkward word.
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