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” She could not go on, for she was laughing and crying at the same time. Move. And so gentle as the poor creature is, when she's not in her wild fits—it would melt a heart of stone to see her. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. I would have married her long ago, but she will not have me. No more scuffling.
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