Effi Briest
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:15:13
A whole new world...
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with a black man or a Turk perhaps...
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or even a Chinese.
:15:22
Even a Chinese.
:15:24
How well you guess!
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Possibly we do still have one.
We certainly used to have one.

:15:31
He's dead now and buried
in a little fenced-off plot of earth...

:15:35
right next to the churchyard.
:15:41
lf you're not afraid, l'll show you...
:15:46
his grave sometime.
:15:49
lt lies among the dunes...
:15:52
surrounded by marram grass
and a few immortelles.

:16:02
And always the sound of the sea.
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lt's very beautiful...
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but also rather eerie.
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Yes, eerie...
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and l'd like to know more about it.
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Then again, maybe not.
:16:18
lf l hope to sleep well tonight,
l won't want to see a Chinese by my bed.

:16:31
How you spoil your poor little Effi!
:16:34
A grand piano, and this rug...
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l do believe it's Turkish.
:16:39
And the bowl with fish, and the jardiniƩre!
:16:43
l'm being spoiled on all sides!
:16:55
The master was quite right.
:16:58
''Up with the lark''
was my parents' motto, too.


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