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Anna watched her from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and disappear. And, as he was about to put himself into a posture of defence, his mother clasped him in her arms. . I guess they were bad all the time. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. Mercifully, John had been sick for two of the three days of Thanksgiving week, giving her reprieve from both his presence and the machinations of Katy Pfister, who was always less active on days when he was not around. . Anna, my love, you cannot have forgotten so soon.
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