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What a grotesque situation!".

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Fortunately, at times when Marguerite presented herself at the studio, she was again her old self, making him temporarily forget his annoyance.
She would arrive with the same joy in a vacation that the college student or the employee feels on a holiday.

Responsibility was teaching her to know the value of time.
"No classes to-day!" she would call out on entering; and tossing her hat on a divan, she would begin a dance-step, retreating with infantile coquetry from the arms of her lover.
But in a few minutes she would recover her customary gravity, the serious look that had become habitual with her since the outbreak of hostilities.