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They were really very fine and abundant, with a blaze of perennial sunflowers behind them. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. Analysis would come later, when the primitive conscience, satisfied, would cease to dominate his thought and action. She worried for Cathy, working double shifts at the nearby family restaurant to help make ends meet. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father. So she brought upon the stage the Reverend Henry Dolby, a preacher of means, worldly-wise and kindly, cheery and rotund, who, with his wife and daughter, had arrived at the Victoria that morning. Drummond took up a cigarette and lit it.
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