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The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. His face darkened. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. Sheppard was unwillingly compelled to listen. Now I’ll tell you what I propose. She grew attached to a pair of twins, a boy named Fritz and a girl named Anna, belonging to an auburn-haired Viennese prostitute named Clotilde. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them.
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