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“I shan’t eat him. Fruit trees had been brought all the way from India so their product could be laden on the wedding table, fruits with exotic shapes and haunting flavors ended the meal, cleansing the palate. I was resolved to see you. During the foregoing occurrences a dead calm prevailed. The queer phase of the dream was this, she was at no time a woman; she was symbolical of something, and he followed to learn what this something was. “I murdered them, John. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. “I do not know. What had actually beaten him was not to have known if someone had picked up his trail. ‘Don’t concern yourself.
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