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Looking for something, or someone, probably. Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but fitted in all the right places, he smirked. To call yourself ‘Alcide’! Your hair, your gestures, your voice, all mine! Oh, how dared you do it?” “You must not forget,” Anna said calmly, “that it is necessary for me also—to live. “Do you like my dress?” “Yes, the dress is beautiful, but you are much more beautiful than any dress. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins.
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