She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. Mr. “I heard the clock strike as I crossed the square,” she answered. I find it impossible to associate you with—my little friend of the ‘Ambassador’s.
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