“And we will sail that splendor wide, From day to day together, From isle to isle of happiness Through year’s of God’s own weather. The gardens were tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose: flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and an idiot. ‘The poor girl was thrust into a convent to become a nun. "What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on.
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