It was just a chance that we in particular hit against each other—nothing predestined about it. There were always parrots and parrakeets screaming in the fruit groves. You have been to me like a mother, not only a wetnurse. I do not know if I will have to escape quickly once more. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture.
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