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Mademoiselle Fifi
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The Major, Count de Farlsberg, the Prussian commandant, was reading the last of his mail, lying back in a deep, tapestry-covered armchair, with his feet, still encased in riding-boots, propped up on the elegant marble mantelpiece in which his spurs, in the three months...
Title: Mademoiselle Fifi
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The Major, Count de Farlsberg, the Prussian commandant, was reading the last of his mail, lying back in a deep, tapestry-covered armchair, with his feet, still encased in riding-boots, propped up on the elegant marble mantelpiece in which his spurs, in the three months.
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