You must forgive the poet’s license I take. It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. ” They entered the place, a pleasant little café of the sort to be met with in the outlying parts of Paris. Part 8 “Why should I ever come back?” she said to herself, as she went down the staircase.
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