The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. But the wench who tricked me shall bitterly repent it. He was completely, devastatingly handsome. If I did not love you en désespoir, I would assuredly blow off your head. He was a bad dog; he knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope. .
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