It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. He glanced out of the window, looked back at the major and grasped the handle of the door. It came with an extreme effect of re-discovery, a remarkable novelty. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. Not so bad. “She must have character. .
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