"He can't escape. She had never had a pet, never had a real doll. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. She pulled his shirt from its tucked belted state and snaked her hands around his waist. To-morrow I am going to Paris.
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