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” “Anything except that,” he murmured. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. But he does not come to see me since three days, even that these are my affairs and one could think that he would tell it to me if there is news, no?’ ‘When he has news to tell he will come, child, trust me,’ the old lady assured her. Shamefaced curiosities began to come back into her mind, thinly disguised as literature and art. The young fellow was almost as odd in his way as the girl was in hers. But probably not the truth. She put her head out of the window. ’ ‘Because I was a servant in the vicomte’s house? Things have changed.
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