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Instead, you are willing to go to a place like that where you ought not to be allowed to think of showing yourself. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. This is the way the old thief brings in all his heavy plunder, which he stows in out-of-the-way holes in his infernal dwelling.
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