日子一天天，一个星期一个星期地过去了，后来是一个月一个月地过去了，唐太斯仍然处在期待之中。他最初预计可在两个星期以内释放。

Days and weeks passed away, then months — dantes still waited; he at first expected to be freed in a fortnight.

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一天过去了，一个星期过去了，一个月过去了……小草遽然发现自个头上长出一个花苞，难道是颜色在自个的身体上建立了小库房？

One day later, a week later, a month later... grass grow a bud sudden discovery since a head, is it the color of one's self in the body to build up a small warehouse?

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