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…yesterday I met an acquaintance, a peasant woman, to whom I could not help remarking that she had changed…
…yesterday I met an acquaintance, a peasant woman, to whom I could not help remarking that she had changed… And she said to me: you too, my dear provider, have grown old, and plain besides. Though I might say, together with my late nanny: handsome I never was, but young