The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. "He who breaks faith with his benefactor may well justify himself thus," answered Jack. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. You were only one room removed from the library, see.
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