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I’m sorry to hurt your feelings. But I wrapped it in that nun’s gear you give me. She got up, put the neat cuffs she had made into her work-basket, and went to the bureau for the little cards in the morocco case. Vanity was a vice not just to be deprecated, but effectively strangled at birth. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. Everybody looked askance at everybody else.
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