Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly. ’ ‘Tchah!’ He glared at her. ” He woke the glassy water to swirling activity again, and made the deep-blue shapes below writhe and shiver. " Ruth slightly brushed the withered cheek. She had just passed into a little antechamber beyond when she suddenly heard a faint knocking. She’s so embarrassed about it that she only wears one-piece swimsuits when she tans outside.
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