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"Now, Mr. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. “Both. ‘Eh bien?’ She thrust again, from the same place. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois. I’ve seen him, and he doesn’t a bit understand. She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to welcome her weary head. This young man did not drink because he sought the false happiness that lured men to the bottle. Perhaps she had found this new thing in life, the thing wonderful. Fruit trees had been brought all the way from India so their product could be laden on the wedding table, fruits with exotic shapes and haunting flavors ended the meal, cleansing the palate. Whatever she does is minimized. ” He replied solemnly, looking straight into her eyes.
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