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He remembered also, all at once, the very first words he had heard her speak: “I was not born to this. But underneath this tolerance there is always the vague hope that your manhood will someday reassert itself. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp.
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