She fixed her brilliant eyes upon him. She stood up before him, smiling faintly. To prevent the leaves from blowing about, should a blow develop, he distributed paper weights. Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at once into a deep and refreshing slumber. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. You mustn't go by what you read so much as by what you see and hear. I don’t! Please enlighten me. ’ ‘It is true,’ insisted the lady.
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