"Mine died while I was over here. Beautiful sculptures of sugar and almond paste decorated the long tables, delicate replicas of flowers and miniature animals, even a small Palazzo sculpted from cakes graced the table. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. Wood turned to look at him. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees. These daughters! He gnawed his pen and reflected, tore the sheet up, and began again. “For my part I can see no difference in any of these French girls who come over here with their demure manner and atrocious songs.
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