Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly. ’ He grinned. “I’ve got nothing in the world to pack with except a toy size portmanteau. I hope that James will not be long with that whisky and Apollinaris. I had that coming. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying. “Just think about what you are asking, John, please. She parted the curtains to find him standing there.
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