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‘What did you do with the portrait then? Not that I suppose it is much use any longer. ” They stared at each other through a pause, and both faces were flushed and obstinate. He must be tied behind the carriage. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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