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“It was very tiring. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. And I do not know you. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. She could still feel his psychic presence all around her, and she knew he was thinking of her.
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