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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.