CHAPTER ONE: THE CAT AND THE HORNBEAM TREES-2
ill looked around carefully. Beant prospect of great green t of trees and te gleam of a classical temple.
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it- a time, ood up and looked around for t, his guide.
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terranean or maybe Caribbean about it. ill of England, so compare it it late at nigo eat and drink, to dance and enjoy music. Except t the silence was immense.
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ook a bottle of lemonade from t for a moment before dropping a pound coin in till. As soon as till, again, realizing t t say tell any more t.
ttle on to ter before leaving treet going atle grocery sood bets and bead-curtained doors opening into private -iron balconies t, and whe silence, being enclosed, was even more profound.
treets onto a broad avenue reetlights.
On the sea.
ill found by a stone breaker and from t by a one columns and eps and ornate balconies stood floodlit among florees and buss lay still at ancer tarligtered on a calm sea.
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ill tle aken from t, and it tasted like