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Cyrandell Valley, Virginia/November 26 |
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Thus, at peace with God and the world,
the farmer of Grand-Pre
Lived on his sunny farm, and Evangeline
governed his household. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW, EVANGELINE |
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A mile from Westchester, Camilla Varig turned her BMW off the Little River Turnpike and drove north through an increasingly wooded countryside toward Cyrandell Valley. |
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The night was almost cold enough to snow, but instead, a steady wind-driven rain had been falling since afternoon. The BMW's headlights caught an occasional late blaze of color from the leaves, but for the most part the woods consisted of trees standing tall and bare, branches swaying in the wind. |
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The car was new. Her fingers caressed the leather-covered steering wheel. It had been very expensive, she thought. The odd thing was that she enjoyed paying exorbitant prices for things. It gave her a feeling of ineffable joy to say grandly to |
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