‘It is all the fault of that lantern. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. “I got your note just in time,” he remarked. She noticed right away that Sheila was a two-sided coin.
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