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“Just leave them with me for now, Clotilde. She was silent, the ghost of a fading smile passed from her lips. It’s only as if I’d begun to know you the day before yesterday or there-abouts. So soft. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work. “I suppose my levity is incorrigible.
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