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He smiled. The Chapel. There were lines in her face that age had not put there. ‘And then you will be obliged to remain in France,’ she pointed out. He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had her own babies.
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