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" "Horrible!" cried Mrs. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. There were always parrots and parrakeets screaming in the fruit groves. She would not sleep for fear of losing a moment of that sense of his proximity. She read on and on, now thrilled by the swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love. “I’ll go,” he said, “but I warn you that I shall find you out. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. I hate children. Morgan the trader did not haggle over the pearls, but gave me at once what he judged a fair price. Part 2 In the late afternoon, as Ann Veronica was gathering flowers for the dinnertable, her father came strolling across the lawn toward her with an affectation of great deliberation.
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