He hesitated. “We parted— that night the best of friends. But for now, I’d like to turn in, if you don’t mind. ‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. “Called myself Anna,” the girl repeated coolly.
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