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🏆 He drove her back to Paris, and she promised to come and see him in his studio and let him introduce her to his artist friends. “I don’t know what made me think of you,” she said. “I’m so glad I did.” She gave the little old lady a hug. Mary laughed. “Where are you going now, dearie?” she asked.!

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“What do you mean,” asked Joan. “Didn’t she wish it?” Mary flushed. She seemed to want to get back to her cooking. “It’s something inside us, dearie,” she thought: “that nobody hears but ourselves.”!
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“No,” said Joan. “But perhaps that’s the way the best fights are fought—without thinking.” She took from among the litter a faded photograph and handed it to Joan. “Odd,” she said. “I’ve just turned it out.”
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In his letter to Joan he went further. He had received his uncle’s letter, so he confided to her. Perhaps she would think him a crank, but he couldn’t help it. He hated this killing business, this making of machinery for slaughtering men in bulk, like they killed pigs in Chicago. Out on the free, sweet sea, helping to keep it clean from man’s abominations, he would be away from it all. “I must try,” agreed Mrs. Phillips, looking up. “What sort of things ought I to talk to him about, do you think?” “That’s not bringing me up well,” suggested Joan: “putting those ideas into my head.”
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