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they are very expensive, so perhaps that one day I
will learn some sense.53   I went and wept on Wassi-
Keff's chest.   She, knowing the young man very well,
rather took it as a joke.   I didn't, as, in about two
days' time, I was completely penniless.   I went to
see Zborowski, who was kind enough to lend me
a hundred francs.   I got thinner and thinner and
wondered what would happen to me.   I met a very
nice Arab and also the other Pole whom I had met
with my friend.   They knew what had happened to
me and were very kind.   Wassilieff allowed me to
stay in her studio, and I wept for about a week.
Finally, she got very bored and threw me out, so I
went back to my dreary and dirty hotel.   In Mont-
parnasse there was a Russian Jew, whom I had met
before the War.    He had come  to Paris quite
penniless, with the idea of studying painting, but
was very poor, and, having a good figure, he posed
in the Academies.   He was a terrific blagueur, and
really very stupid and simple-minded.    He also
thought that my friend, who had gone off with
E., was rich and told me that they had gone to
Fontainebleau—he had been to see them; he said
that they were going to get married and that he had
engaged himself as their chauffeur.  The art dealer
was delighted  and came and told me that  E.
was marrying a rich girl and that she would buy
many pictures.    This girl, whose name I can't
mention, I knew very well, and knew that she,
being British, adored La chasse.   The moment that
she had stolen anyone's man away she got tired
of him.   As soon as E. stepped into the train