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Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. Anna passed serenely out. “I think, perhaps if you will excuse me, that we will defer the luncheon.
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