The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. I must practise what I preach. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry. She knew very well that a new thing was stirring in her. “Well!” she declared good-humouredly.
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