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| | Words Without Borders -> The Jar |
 | | That new jar, expensive and costing four onze in hard cash, while waiting for room for it to be found in the cellar, was set down for the time being in the grape-crushing shed. |
 | | With his beat-up white hat, in his shirt sleeves, his chest bare, all red in the face and dripping with sweat, he was running here and there, rolling his wolflike eyes and angrily rubbing his shaved cheeks, on which his heavy beard grew back almost as soon as it was shaved off. |
 | | Imprisoned, he was imprisoned there, in the jar he himself had repaired, and that now—there was no other solution—in order to get him out, had to be broken all over again and for good. |
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