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Yazar: Henryk Sienkiewicz

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Though she did not know it, she expressed the whole fault in her
system. A man reared in a more complex community than a fishing
village would have divined her scheme, and the result would have
been a prolonged but most delightful duel of wits and hearts.
But Code, by the very directness of his honesty, and simplicity
of his nature, cut through the gauzy wrappings of this delectable
package and went straight to its heart. And there he found
nothing, because what little of the deeply genuine there lay in
this woman's restless nature was disguised and shifted at the
will of her caprice.
When Code had experienced the pleasure of lighting a genuine
clear Havana cigar after many months of abstinence, she leaned
across the table to him, her hands clasped before her.
"Code, what does loneliness represent to you?" she asked.

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