Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. "I told you I would call to bid you farewell, Mr. Yet you make our Bohemianism seem like a vulgar thing. I knew where I would go next: Florence. Sailors would leave them at the trader's. “Good God!” he exclaimed.
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