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‘Come inside at once, child. I don’t want to bother you, of course. ” “Why on earth—? A man ought to be labelled. There were groves of cultivated guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion.
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