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"I used to cry myself to sleep, Hoddy, I was so forlorn and lonely. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. ‘I can manage now. Tell me. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone.
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