Kouryoumd jouglou the vivacious wife of a Bagdaddatemerchant devoted herself to his comfort. She said he was too young to take things serious like that and that a girl ought to be ashamed of her-self who made a nice boy like him unhappy. Ward Moorehouse advertising office where she worked but the girl at the other end of the line told him she was the boss's secretary and was out west on business. The only thing was that they were going to have a revolution in Italy and he'd like to stay and see it.
It shocked her to think how meaning-less they seemed to her now like the little cards you get from a onecent fortunetel ing machine. Margo yawned. Michel, and began the long walk home to his hotel that was opposite the Gare St. The room started moving awayfrom the cot, a grey corridor was moving along, but the moving made blind spasms of pain rush up through his legs.
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