“No way!” Michelle cried, and also looked around for pedestrian listeners. I should have gone mad without it. No, not one little bit. “Don’t you understand? It is I whom you cared for in Paris, not Anna. The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that he scarcely noticed their departure. Anna saw it, and for the first time found herself trembling. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar.
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