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That hate kills is a fundamental thesis of the book.
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‘So withered is the grass beneath its trees that the young colt will not graze there and the reapers do not come.’
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‘So sweet is its shade that all the summer through its leafy avenues are thronged,’ alluding to the lady’s many lovers.
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The headquarters of the Ladies of the Bedchamber.
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An old folk-song the refrain of which is ‘At the melon-hoeing he said he loved me and what am I to do, what am I to do?’