“The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. Les Misérables, A Tale of Two Cities, Henry Esmond, The Last Days of Pompeii, The Marble Faun … Love stories! Until her arrival in Singapore, she had never read a novel. They are mine! They were sent to ‘Alcide’ not to you. That it provided proof of the girl’s identity was one thing. She glanced at the soft-ticking clock with the exposed brass pendulum upon the white marble mantel, and made a rapid calculation. I have counted you, and always hoped to count you, the best of my friends.
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