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“I suppose I shall have to write an answer. Leonardo was to me perhaps like a father, not a lover as you think. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. Her girl Clarice was next, dying within a single day, blood leaking from her pretty brown eyes like an image of the Blessed Virgin. “Hand me the Jergens lotion, will you? How’d it go with John?” She asked. "Where is it?" "Are you the mother of this child?" inquired the person who had first spoken, addressing Mrs.
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