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But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. 1. ‘Eh bien, Eugénie. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. He had been frozen in time at age forty-two. While you talked I was only making our plans.
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