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She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages. ’ Tears glistened in her eyes. I set myself to find employment. "Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. Understand once and for all that that answer is final.
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