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“I don’t know,” said Ann Veronica; “I think I am. You cannot—shall not retreat. It needs cultivating, I think. That night a grave was dug in Willesden churchyard, next to that in which Mrs. She crawled over and caught at the skirts of this white woman who understood. Do you know, Ann Veronica, it is all a lie about your birth certificate; a forgery—and fooling at that. He was, in fact, quite eager to go on living.
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