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L'Esprit des Lois and an odd volume of the
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Political and Philosophical History of the Two Indies, and that I read them, you will no doubt believe that I am trying to make myself out an infant prodigy. It was quite the reverse, for I preferred the Abbé Raynal to Montesquieu, and what I was most charmed with in the Abbé Raynal was some absurd rant about a mistress called Catchinka, whom he had lost, and who in some remarkable way formed a part of the Philosophical History of the Two Indies. This strange library produced a veritable chaos in my poor little brain, over which floated
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Robinson. It was the genuine
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Robinson
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Robinson, better than
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Celina, better than my garden, better than the eternal walks around Colas' field, was the church service on religious holidays, the
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