They had not to tarry long. She emerged with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. So am I. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. And now I've another job for you.
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