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🎮 He pushed back his chair and rose. “Shall we join the others?” he said. “You won’t mind my running away for a minute,” she said. “I shall only be in the next room.”!

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1 April 2024
She did not want to talk about the war. She told Joan what she remembered herself of 1870. She had turned her country house into a hospital and had seen a good deal of the fighting.!
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He was silent for a while, with a quiet look on his face. Folk had fixed up a party at his studio to meet her. She had been there once or twice; but this was a final affair. She had finished her business in Paris and would be leaving the next morning. To her surprise, she found Phillips there. He had come over hurriedly to attend a Socialist conference, and Leblanc, the editor of Le Nouveau Monde, had brought him along.
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“Do you remember that day, my dear,” she said, “when we went furnishing together. And I would have all the wrong things. And you let me.” She seldom discussed the war with her father. At the beginning, he had dreamed with Greyson of a short and glorious campaign that should weld all classes together, and after which we should forgive our enemies and shape with them a better world. But as the months went by, he appeared to grow indifferent; and Joan, who got about twelve hours a day of it outside, welcomed other subjects. Madge looked at her in silence for quite a while. “How confident you are,” she said. “How I envy you.”
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