carlsens

Updated: May 25, 2025

At the poplar they could still hear the sounds of the oars. "Listen, Camilla," said the councilor, who had been out to lock the outer door, "tell me," he said, extinguishing his hand-lamp with the bit of his key, "was the rose they had at the Carlsens a Pompadour or Maintenon?" "Cendrillon," the daughter answered.

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