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Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. Do you think I would marry you? Rather would I marry the pig in the convent. He came to her at once, and turning, walked by her side. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. So proas loaded with nuts were always landing on the beach.
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