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Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. The darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. Do not be a fool, Jacques. I am yours for the making over. One transgression; he was sure of that. I do not think that I have the Bohemian spirit at all. ” There came a silence again. E. " "So am I.
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