Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly. Had he not said so? Not that she wished him to marry her. Anna’s face however was wholly impassive. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket.
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