His brown eyes would roam around the various sentimental and artistic bric-a-brac present, and his own banal toiles {the conventionally primitive eyes, sliced guitars, blue nipples and geometrical designs of the day}, and with a vague gesture toward a painted wooden bowl or veined vase, he would say Prenez donc une des ces poires. La bonne dame d'en face m'en offre plus que je n'en peux savourer. Or: Mississe Taille Lore vient de me donner ces dahlias, belles fleurs que j'exècre.
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