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And like that gospel it meant something, something different from its phrases, something elusive, and yet something that in spite of the superficial incoherence of its phrasing, was largely essentially true. ‘You were his daughter. You truly are your mother’s, Lucia. The pursuit of pleasure, selfgratification, is an original instinct with her. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone.
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