"Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. "Mother, I come to you. ’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. The sky periodically pummeled her with hail pellets as she would pass through the deserted intersections. It was the gratification of an immense necessity. She meditated long and carefully upon her letter to her father before she wrote it, and gravely and deliberately again before she despatched it.
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