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"I was still walking behind Mrs. Haze through the dining room
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when, beyond it, there came a sudden burst of greenery.
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"The piazza," sang out my leader,
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and then without the least warning
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a blue sea wave swelled under my heart,
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and from a mat in a pool of sun
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half naked, kneeling, turning about on her knees,
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there was my Riviera love peering at me over dark sunglasses.
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It was the same child, the same frail, honey-hued shoulders,
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the same silky, supple bare back,
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the same chestnut head of hair.
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A polka-dotted black kerchief tied around her chest