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There were always parrots and parrakeets screaming in the fruit groves. ‘Parbleu, I hope that I do not have many more times to come in this way to the house,’ she muttered fretfully. "Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in the corner cupboard. We'll get together this afternoon; and you can pretend that I am your father.
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