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He embraced her small body in his arms, kissing her forehead over and over. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. . He was a philosopher. The newcomer stopped short upon the threshold. Dear me! if there isn't his knock. " "Ah. "Lost no time on the road—eh!—I didn't expect you till to-morrow at the earliest. I’m sorry. "Ah!" cried Wild, laying down his pen and looking up with a smile of satisfaction. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly.
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