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“Who is there to care and—John. She got into rows through meddling with their shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. Places, I found, were daily given away, And yet no friendly gazette mentioned Gay. During the week, her uniform was the blue and white scrubs of a nurse, the job she had suffered at for twenty-seven years. I find you were excessively brave, mon pauvre.
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