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The Beautiful Blonde Liked Emeralds
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chance
to get away from Vienna came at last when a letter I had written to the
head of an important firm of precious-stone dealers in London
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(who was a relation of mine) brought me the welcome offer to join their Paris branch.
I
was over the moon. My mother, although she was in great distress at the
thought of losing me, refused to stand in my way, and so the great day
came when with a good wardrobe, a little money I had saved up and with
the most wonderful plans for the future, I set out for Paris.
At
first I was terribly disappointed with the city of whose beauty and
charm I had heard and read so much, and during the first weeks I was so
despondent that it would not have taken much to lure me back to Vienna.
One
of my letters of introduction was a passport to the acquaintance of a
certain Monsieur Gotin whom I had met at the home of my principal in
Vienna. He was a bachelor in a good position, and my old chief had
thought
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