‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. “It is not an easy matter,” he said, “for me to offer you an altogether adequate explanation. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. I don’t see what you can have to say. Bitte!. It is better that you go away now, I think. “I would have given up anything to see you your old self again—as you are this evening.
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