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Fruit trees had been brought all the way from India so their product could be laden on the wedding table, fruits with exotic shapes and haunting flavors ended the meal, cleansing the palate. She had not anticipated such a response from her classmates, but knew to be drawing them with her self-consciousness as if they were bees to pollen. “Yes, I remember,” she said. It would not have interested him in the least to learn that the tub ran on two powers—wind and oil. It was impossible. She was carefree. She crawled into her small bed, dizzy with the thoughts of him, of kissing him. She could not say a word, much less move. ‘Pardon, milor’,’ said Valade, ‘but Monsieur Charvill, he was not at fault.
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