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My thanks were few and awkward, for there still hung to the missive a basting thread, and it was as warm as a nestling bird. I bent low--everybody was emotional in those days--kissed the fragrant thing, thrust it into my bosom, and blushed worse than Camille.

"What do you see?" His frown scared me to my finger-tips.

"Too tired?"

"Cruel to you?" I took her hand from my arm and held it.

"My mother! Do you know my mother?"

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