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As silent as she had remained about who had brought her home last night. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. Her heels made contact with Rhea’s knees and hobbled her with a crack. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. “It’s the centre of the intellectuals. You are all the beauty in the world. And, if I can render you any service, you may command me. But some little distance behind him, someone had come out from the shadow of the building and, seeing the Frenchman reappear, darted back again as quickly.
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