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Yet you make our Bohemianism seem like a vulgar thing. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. He never said hello, as if it had become a personal taboo for him. She never had been much of a looker, but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago. All the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked for it, kept himself in training for it. I have something that weighs heavily upon my mind. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy. She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent.
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