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This garden of our childhood, said Monsieur Bergeret, this garden that one could pace off in twenty steps, was for us a whole world, full of smiles and surprises. "Lucien, do you recall Putois?" asked Zoe, smiling as usual, the lips pressed, bending over her work. "Do I recall Putois! Of all the faces I saw as a child that of Putois remains the clearest in my remembrance. All the features of his face and his character are fixed in my mind. He had a pointed cranium..." No library descriptions found. |
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It is quite humorous, made me laugh aloud at least once, and yet it is a warning for the last sentence struck me as quite profound. A lie can have a life of its own. ( )