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There she lived honestly but race of movement which was particularly hers obtained her

at last a situation as a mannequin in the show-rooms of a modiste

She took a room on the top floor of a house in the Rue St Honore

and settled down to a hard and penurious life

"I was not happy or contented--no," said Celia frankly and

decisively "The long hours in the close rooave me headaches

and made me nervous I had not the temperament And I was very

lonely--ood

clothes, and freedoed I used to crywhether I would ever have

friends You see, I was quite young--only eighteen--and I wanted

to live"

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nothing to do Gradually she pahat clothes she could spare;

and then there cale five-franc

piece in the world and owed a month's rent for her roory, seeking for work In

the evening she went to a provision shop to buy food, and the man

behind the counter took the five-franc piece He looked at it,

rung it on the counter, and, with a laugh, bent it easily in half

"See here,the coin back to her,

"one does not buy good food with lead"