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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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