. . “You’re our superstar!” Turning to her foster father,
she was bear hugged again, squashing the white
carnations. “Cheveney!” she repeated. With a loud shout, and headed by a powerfully-built man, with
a face as black as that of a mulatto, and armed with a cutlass, the rabble leapt
over the barricades, and rushed towards the vehicle. She distinctly shivered
as he forced her to look at him. ’
‘I do not lie to you now,’ she said, near frantic at the thought of losing him. He made some obvious comments on the wide view warming toward its
autumnal blaze that spread itself in hill and valley, wood and village, below. That “entirely English” comment was said just to
provoke me. While the girl kept
the patient from dwelling upon his misfortunes, whatever these were, he himself
would have to keep the girl from brooding over hers. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered
papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. Amidst it all,
however, there were several light-hearted and laughing groups walking from cell
to cell to whom all this misery appeared matter of amusement. Bir gün, Sophie, çiçeklerin ve bitkilerin özlerini özel bir damıtma süreciyle elde ederek birinci sınıf parfüm esansları üretmeye başladı.
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