"Shut the window! You are perspiring! Put on an overcoat! Put on goloshes!"
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If you wish to have little spare time, do nothing.
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On a Sunday morning in summer is heard the rumble of a carriage—people driving to mass.
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For the first time in her life a man kissed her hand; it was too much for her, it turned her head.
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What wonderful names: the little tears of Our Lady, warbler, crows-eyes.[1]
[Footnote 1: The names of flowers.]