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"When I was still a student I knew a remarkably wise woman. She was most attentive to my needs. I learned many estimable things from her, to add to my store of erudition and help me with my work. Her letters were lucidity itself, in the purest Chinese."
(But unfortunately, she was the sort of woman who lacked gentleness.)
One day when he visited her, she insisted on talking to me through a very obtrusive screen. She said she had been indisposed with a malady known as coryza. "I have been imbibing of a steeped potion made from garlic," she said, and continued that when she had disencumbered herself of this aroma, they could meet once more.
But he thought that he had had enough and left her then.
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