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"Right," said the Master, "I didn't think of her. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. There was no one else in the doorway. “It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. As she talked, the drift and significance of what she was saying shaped itself slowly to Ann Veronica’s apprehension. It was one of the most educational disillusionments in Ann Veronica’s career. I wanted it badly.
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