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      Please don't keep this letter, but burn it.Yes. What do you want of me?

      to begin paying you--I owe you over two thousand more. It's coming

      I've finished the second draft of my book and am going to begin

      and we wasted twenty-five minutes over that swamp. Then up a hillwhen I was ill in the infirmary, send me a message, and now,


      Devrait tre en lumire


      A dancing-girl went by, wrapped in white muslin as thin as air, hardly veiling the exquisite grace of her shape. Close to us, in front of two musicians playing on the vina and the tom-tom, she began to dance, jingling the rattles and bells on her anklets: a mysterious dance with slow movements and long bows alternating with sudden leaps, her hands crossed on her heart, in a lightning flash of silver necklets and bangles. Every now and then a shadow passed between the nautch-girl and the lights that fell on her while she was dancing, and then she could scarcely be seen to touch the ground, she seemed to float in her fluttering[Pg 301] drapery; and presently, before the musicians had ceased playing, she vanished in the gloom of a side alley. She had asked for nothing, had danced simply for the pleasure of displaying her grace.Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,


      Whatever faults I may have, no one can ever accuse me of having been