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It comes over the mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red, everywhere a wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. One or two landladies refused her with an air of conscious virtue that she found hard to explain.
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