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SLIPCOVERS SOFA : Italian variations on the guitar.... No good! I slipcovers sofa I must get out of the room--and that was all about it! I made up my mind at last: I took my pillow, my quilt and my sheet and made my way across the garden to the hayloft; and settled myself there. And how pleasant I felt in there, gentlemen: it was a still, still night, only from time to time a breath of air like a woman's hand caressed one's cheek; it was so fresh; the hay smelt as sweet as tea; among the apple trees' the grasshoppers were chirping; then all at once came the cry of the quail--and one felt that he, too, the rogue, was slipcovers sofa sitting in the dew with his little lady.... And the sky was magnificent.... The stars
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