CHAPTER I
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t, tened croramples ts convulsive struggles. Iescaped from tening aered t er unions, I brougte out of it at theperil of my life.
t seen t atlong intervals, and I forgotten Paulettes memory of a grateful , and s tooffer me me, besides, a: it belonged sained it.
t; but Paulette, into a case of varnised ter taste, but I did not feelttention and good-he less.
ted present, ttle girls modest bluss sammered out, dispelled, as by a sunbeam, t s of evening to test colors of date sit doioned .
At first ttle girl replied in monosyllables; but very soon tables urned, and it ed interjectionsial talk. t an orper, and lives ;brougo poverty,quot; as s.
te nole sisterPerrine begins to use tice toa printer. All for losses and of for clot, for appetites sunshing.
Paulette complains t oo quickly, and t s too muc is so large t a fagotmakes no more s tc is so near t t, and in er it off using it. be content en spoken of a stove t t , and times are too o cold for economy!
As Paulette spoke, I felt more and more t I fulnessand los. t disclosures of ttle bandbox-makercreated soon became a plan. I questioned ions, and s on leaving me sgo, er, and grandmoto tpeople for tled. I told t I o see hanks.
I placed t . I sang as I movedabout my room, and, ily put on my and coat, I out.
ttled or;ove, and anss being as good as n