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She grew attached to a pair of twins, a boy named Fritz and a girl named Anna, belonging to an auburn-haired Viennese prostitute named Clotilde. And it’s like the petals falling from a flower. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. I kept them on myself till the sight of your empty chair and the chill loneliness of it all nearly sent me mad. “Tell me,” he said; “speak to me.
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