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You could walk the city streets and with every blink you could take in a new sight of beauty so great that your heart would weep for it. He succeeded so well that by the time he asked for her name once more, she fluttered her lashes as coquettishly as ever. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form.
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