There were always parrots and parrakeets screaming in the fruit groves. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. Rain pounded the tin roof, and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private 91 chamber.
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