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Were it not for your voice, I don't think I should know you. "Don't weep, my love," replied the lady, straining him still more closely to her. ” “I borrowed it,” said Ann Veronica in a casual tone, with white despair in her heart. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world.
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