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No , we do not read much . It is too hot to read , and Cuban women do not care for books ; oh , a romance now and then ; but for great , horrible books like those you _ raffole _ about downstairs there , -- '' she shook her shoulders as if shaking off a heavy weight . `` We sew a great deal , embroider , do lace-work like that you admired . Then at noon we sleep as long as possible , and in the evening we go out to walk , drive , ride . To walk in the orange-groves by moonlight , -- ah ! that is heaven ! One night last month we slipped out , Conchita and I , and -- you must never breathe this , Marguerite -- and met my brother and Fernando beneath the great orange-tree in the south grove -- '' `` Your brother ! ''