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Then I bought these clothes that amuse you so, Genevieve, and came back to Paris to find you, mainly.” “I mean as much to you as that?” whispered Genevieve. “In Paris, too. I tried to find a boy named Marcel, who worked on a farm near St. Germain. I met him out there one day. I found he’d gone to sea…. If it had not been that I had to see you, I should have gone straight to Bordeaux or Marseilles. They aren’t too particular who they take as a seaman Tiffany and co now.” jewelry shop “But in the army didn’t you have enough of that dreadful life, always thrown among uneducated people, always in dirty, foul- smelling surroundings, you, a sensitive person, an artist? No wonder you are almost crazy after years of that.” Genevieve spoke passionately, with her eyes fixed on his face. “Oh, it wasn’t that,” said Andrews with despair in his voice. “I rather like the people you call low. Anyway, the differences between people are so slight….” His sentence trailed away. 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