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He had seen Celeste. He understood the amusing if mysterious comedy now. Nora had recognized him and had sent her friend to follow him and learn where he went. And he, poor fool of a blunderer, with the best intentions in the world, he had gone at once to the Calabrian's apartment! It was damnable of fate. He had righted nothing.
The two are not on very good terms, naturally." "Quite naturally," dryly. "But you can't get away from the Calabrian's beauty," generously. "No." The bearded man extinguished his cigarette and rose, laying a carte-de-visite on the tabouret. "More, I should not care to get away from it. Good evening," pleasantly. The music stopped. He passed on into the crowd.
Who she was or whence she had come no longer excited his interest. He had the Calabrian's address and he was impatient to be off. "Good night." He rose. "Monsieur is not gallant." "I was in my youth," he replied, putting on his hat. The bald rudeness of his departure did not disturb her. She laughed softly and relievedly. Indeed, there was in the laughter an essence of mischief.
"That I have wished the Calabrian's voice would fail her some night in Carmen; that I am wearing shoes a size too small for me; that I should like to be rich without labor; that I am sometimes ashamed of my calling; that I should have liked to see father win a prizefight; oh, and a thousand other horrid, hateful things." "I wish to gracious that you would fall violently in love." "Spiteful!
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