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I need a white man, if only to talk to; and it will be a god send to talk to someone of your intelligence. 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. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat.
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