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“Dear me!” he said. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. ” “Poor you!” said Ann Veronica. "And now to see the end of it," said Jonathan, shortly afterwards passing through the window.
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