” “Oh my goodness. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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