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There were groves of cultivated guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate. “I’ll be hanged if I do. He looked melancholy enough, it is true. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. And, fearing you might not come to me, I forced my way hither, even with certainty of discomposing your friends. My late husband, I mean. Ah!" he exclaimed, as his eye fell upon a small knob in the wall, "there's the spring!" He touched it, and the door flew open.
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