Hemingway and Paris in July

"I wish we'd never come," the woman said.  She was looking at him holding the glass and biting her lip.  "You never would have gotten anything like this in Paris.  You always said you loved Paris.  We could have stayed in Paris or gone anywhere.  I'd have gone anywhere." (54)
from "The Snows of Kilimanjaro" collected in The Short Stories

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