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"Is it indeed you, or am I dreaming?" "You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. Mrs. . ’ Baring his teeth in a smile of triumph that was every bit an animal snarl, and leaping up onto the seat of the pew he was in, he jumped hazardously to the next.
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