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The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care. Afterward he stole out of the room with the bloodstained sheet to boast her virginity to his brothers and father, which only truly mattered because she was beautiful, her mother had said. ‘Parbleu, do you think he will run away? He has a bullet inside him, and it must be taken out.
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