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Set Not Thy Foot on Graves.-2
“You will entertain a great deal, I presume—that sort of thing?” “We shall hope to make friends with people—and to meet old friends. It is such a pleasant surprise to find you here. I heard you were settled in Paris.” “So I was, for several years; the Parisians said nice things about my pictures. But one may weary even of Paris. I returned here two years ago, and am now as much of a fixture in New York as if I’d never left it.” “But not a permanent fixture. Shall we never see you in London?” “My present probabilities lie rather in the direction of California. I want to make some studies of the scenery and the atmosphere. Besides, I am getting too old to think of another European residence.” “No one gets old after thirty—especially no bachelor!” she answered, with a smile. “But if you
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