That’s— that’s my private life. “Lord!” she said. Capes sat watching and admiring her, and then he fell praising the day and fortune and their love for each other. “Who tied this scarf here?” he asked, looking up. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. "Of course," rejoined the bystander, who had just spoken, and who was of a cynical turn,—"the greater the rascal, the better they like him. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him.
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