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I was tired or writing and sick of New York. I rely like a
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irmnoneo nostalgia took youession at zoo--a longing for something other than I
had known. Ylrltins Home a sort of torment--something I had. literally
to drive myself to. 
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condition. A
I had. written hmlrode or short stories and eighteen novels .-...

all concerned with Japan. I was "labelled" Japanese. The little oriental
blood. in me am not mks me a. real "Jap" any mo‘:-e than the drop of French
in me made me e Frenohwoman. Ibwewer, my Japanese stories were enjoying e. no /
vogue. one of them sold. over 330,000 copies and was translated into nearly
every language. Nevertheleu, I around or the day when I could escape tron

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