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As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. ‘You are really not helping matters, my friend. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. “Why don’t you wear your white blouse more often? It is the prettiest shirt you own. She has contrived to keep out of my sight up to this time, and I've no doubt she'll keep out of it altogether for the future. Every article in the trunk was fully known to her, through a recounting of the list by the doctor.
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