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It seemed strange to Juliette that there did not hang over it some sort of pall-like presentiment of coming evil. From the kitchen, at some little distance from the hall, Anne Mie's voice was heard singing an old ditty: "De ta tige detachee Pauvre feuille dessechee Ou vas-tu?" Juliette paused a moment.
"Mais mais de grace! ca ne finira jamais jamais, s'il faut repondre a tes sottises, Marie. Recommencons." Mademoiselle, golden top-knot shining and shaking, blue eyes rolling between black lashes. "De ta tige detachee, Pauvre feuille dessechee" Detachee dessechee. They didn't rhyme. Their not rhyming irritated her distress.
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