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The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. “Well?” he asked her tersely. Even our coarseness. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. \"Carry your books for you?\" He asked.
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