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The door was locked; but, with the bars of iron, it was speedily burst open. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. “What have I done, Miss Pellissier?” he pleaded. Michelle awoke suddenly, violently. It's big, thanks to you.
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