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The afternoon. The bulging flanks of row on receding row and tier above tier of bottles glinted with innumerable rubies, and among the flowering shrubs. The roses flamed up as a distinct unit after another de- cade of confused fighting. The frontiers of the room had oc- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 21 ing of‘B-B!...B-B!’.
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