“They are coming past our table. ” “Maybe I should stay away. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. So, by way of gaining time, he resolved to question him further. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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