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A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged out. “I believe,” he said stiffly, “that these are the apartments of Miss Pellissier. \"Would you like some orange juice?\" Larry had already been working outside for an hour, Mike at his side, dragging grass clippings to the compost pile. From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened.
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