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The lips of the mask twisted upward into a smile. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. Ann Veronica listened thoughtfully, with her eyes on the turf, and now and then she asked a question or looked up to discuss a point. Feels as if I’ve been dashing back and forth about the whole country, if you want to know. I have always been lonely.
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