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His eyes were closed. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. “Oh, you can act!” she cried. Pity you aren’t under my command. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them.
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