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’ He threw a fulminating glance at Gerald. Fruit trees had been brought all the way from India so their product could be laden on the wedding table, fruits with exotic shapes and haunting flavors ended the meal, cleansing the palate. " "As like as life, Sir," observed Austin, peeping over Thornhill's shoulder at the portrait. “What the hell. There has never been a white woman at McClintock's. He was staring at her, openly gaping. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn.
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