In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. "Aliva, your child perished with its father. Contact the Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below. She was standing there, smiling at the audience as at her friends. It must be somewhere hereabouts. Lives by his wits and gambling.
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