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bamboo, above my head, that had supported the heavy 

 tiles for a hundred years. 



My little garcon went with me to the boat at early 

 morn, and wept bitterly because I would not take him 

 with me ; and I left him, regardless of my douceur of 

 silver, a picture of rags and melancholy. 

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