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The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. ” Michelle replied, still haunted by the image of her friend brutally amputating a man’s finger. In the chapel she sang with an open-lunged gusto that silenced Ann Veronica altogether, and in the exercising-yard slouched round with carelessly dispersed feet. "Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. " "There was Father," suggested Angelina gently. “Manning,” she said, and contemplated a figure of inaggressive persistence.
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