The girl from France spoke softly, but her eyes glowed. "You should have known Marseille as it was. One of the things you remember about it is its smell. Not just a smell of fish and the sea, like every harbor city, but a strong, spicy smell which makes you think of Oriental cities. It was a city of humming, busy life where all the races of the world jostled each other—and frequently fought—in dark and narrow streets. Its houses were ugly and dirty, narrow and low. Wash lines were strung from window to window across the streets, and...
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