Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly. “But I still think of my old foster brothers and sisters. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. But that, and that sort of thing, is just a day-dream.
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